I was also thinking about what feels like a stubborn, angry inner six-year-old, who's tantruming and resisting my efforts to heal. That's what resistance feels like inside, on the rare occasions that I glimpse it. I don't know how to maneuver her out of the driver's seat. I don't understand the secondary gain of being miserable. Or maybe the power and traction of constant negative thinking requires me to more actively examine those disabling beliefs, and reverse them again and again and again. Just some parting thoughts.