I always get anxious when leaving the house. In the car, this thought came into my head that I didn’t turn the stove off when I took the pot off of it. And it grew and grew and grew, and my heart started sinking sinking sinking. 

Then I said, girl, stop that. That’s not possible. You never do that. If the house burns down, so be it, but it’s not true. And I was able to push the thought away.

I felt so proud of myself that I managed to say no. I really felt like I stood up for myself against these corrupting thoughts. This was a major victory for me actually, and I reflect on that whenever I think I’m not doing okay. Good luck to everyone.