Wow.  The power of group therapy.

Just now, I thought, "Jesus.  Really?  You want to contact that motherfucker and go down that road again?  You're weak.  And you're stupid."  And then I thought of saying the same thing in front of my peers, thought of their immediate (visceral, vehement, compassionate) reactions.

Was enough to stop the thought in its tracks.

Damn.

Self-compassion.  It's a thing.