Perhaps the stable, contented side of oneself could have compassion towards the side that is uncertain, broken, afraid, lonely, and depressed. They could learn from each other and make things better. If all of my faith had compassion towards all of my doubts, without agreeing with the doubts themselves, but rectifying them, then I would be much more at peace.
Maybe I’d actually be thinking, “What do I have to offer the world?â€? instead of crying over fate or whining over obstacles. I might actually have a chance of getting back on my feet, though wearing different shoes. But maybe it’s been time for change all along.

Yours truly, Me