Let me paint the picture for you. I am in a cave. It's really dark in here. I'm sure there's light somewhere, but it isn't easy to see. Times of transition always feel this way for me. The walls are smooth. I can't climb them, I do not have the tools to get myself out of this. I may be in this deep dark place in my life, but I am not alone. I am here with my inner critic. Her name is Ethel. She is a disrespectful, mean, nasty lady from New Jersey that lives in my head. She says things like "you are a failure," "you are a loser," "you will never accomplish anything," and "you are not enough." I've been surrounded by her messages for a long time. She's been hanging around me for a while and filling my head with her critical attacks. Ethel thrives on my self-doubt. She loves seeing me suffer. She really is an evil piece of shit--and she's called me this too. During this time of transition, I start to get some...