Sometimes it's the contrast that saves us. Use the tools available to you, even if it's not that tool's expertise (in a pinch, the back end of a screwdriver can hammer a nail into the wall, after all...).
Do what you can to be here, and do what you can to find (somewhere, anywhere) relief in your own presence.
I know. I write these things, putting them out therelike it's supposed to be easy. I know it's not. And sending love? What kind of new-age anti-wisdom is that?
Well, let me tell you--I think I get this love thing. When I have a day looming ahead of me that, really, leaves me wondering what the heck I did to myself, and who is this maniacal dictator wielding my calendar anyway, the last thing I want to do is offer love (aka, forgiveness; aka, it's-all-right-we'll-get-through-ness) to myself, the perpetrator of this stress-fest.
See? That's bloody hard, right? And that's why it's worth doing. Think of it this way: if you don't forgive and love that small, soft creature inside you who, really, is as tough as steel and KNOWS this is for your higher good, then every interaction you have today--every client, every student, every friend--will feel as if she did something wrong, as if she were putting you out, as if she were invading your space. And all because YOU put her in YOUR space. On purp...