Sometimes our troubles make life feel like the tectonic plates are moving violently under us. We feel helpless and fearful in situations we cannot control. Scary times. It feels good to talk about our despair. It feels good to share, to not feel alone. But the trouble starts when we rehash it with each other. Over and over again. We think this gives us power. But this takes our power away (and fuels the horrid event). It ain’t easy, but we have to stop. Why? Because all this