When I had left my husband I didn't know if divorce was the answer. My mind kept filling with "what-ifs" plus the guilt of failing. I felt like an elevator soaring to the top floor then sinking to the basement, over and over. One evening I went for a walk, driven by the thoughts racing thro my mind. As I began to tire I realized I was about 8 mi. From home. By the time I got home I was amazed at the clarity of my thinking. The following day I obtained a lawyer and began rebuilding my life. No guilt, not what-ifs, no looking back. Our mind has an insidious way of throwing negative stuff to the forefront. Like a willful child I'll tell it to go sit in a corner and stay there.