The ultimate comfort
As I lay on my bed in despair, there was one thing I wanted more than anything: comfort. I felt sad, lost, hopeless. I needed someone to tell me that everything was going to be OK.
Then, to my surprise, I felt something within me rise up and turn on those despairing feelings. Through a power that didn’t feel like my own, I suddenly realized that what I really wanted was the strength to face these suggestions of darkness and to face them down.
A few days before this incident, I’d had a conversation with a friend in which she reminded me that the word comfort has Latin roots which mean “with strength.” I’d smiled at the time and half-jokingly told her that that wasn’t really the comfort I was looking for.
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