I sit with those thoughts. I talk to them. I ask them why they're here. Because I understand, just like me... those thoughts too, have been bearing the ache of abandonment... and seek nothing, but just someone who'd listen to them. I allow them the time to translate themselves to emotions. It might take a few minutes, or maybe weeks or even months. I welcome them. I go about my life, with those thoughts chattering at the back of my mind. I live with that discomfort. I let it linger. I allow it to bully me, until it exhausts all it's energy. And then, with a hug, I put it to sleep.