Late one autumn day when she was at her lowest, she watched a squirrel storing up nuts for the winter. One at a time he would take them to the nest. And she thought, if that squirrel can take care of himself with the harsh winter coming on, so can I. Once I wrote my problems into small pieces, I was able to carry them, just like those nuts. One at a time.
Little Acorns, M. Crim, J. White