On one hand,
When shit happens to me that forces me to painfully re-examine myself and how I might be right or wrong, I think, “This is good for me,” and then I let more and more shit bury me ever deeper. “This is good for me.”

On the other hand,
When I am rock bottom in my deepest depths of hopelessness, and I think, “This is good for me,” it’s a lifeline. I’ve only recently begun to appreciate how true this has been for me.

It’s a thought akin to another... but another time, not now.