I had a bad week. This means that when I looked at the world and my life all I could see was disaster. I felt like I was on a short road to Dystopia.
But then the smoke curtains lift and I can things a bit more clearly. And then when I look, I can see that there is always something good. Someone good. Things that matter and are good happen.
There are always helpers. It’s a terribly good thing to remember.