Recently I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I didn't feel like saying good morning. I didn't feel like working. I didn’t feel like doing anything. "Sometimes it's just a bad day," I said to myself, trying to be compassionate. Compassion was beyond what my Worst Self could manage. "Just be happy I'm getting in the shower," my Worst Self snapped back. "You know what you can do with your compassion?" I don’t intend to be mean by calling this part of me my “Worst Self.” She’