I had an argument inside my head last night about, as you say, "feeling cared for, comforted..." It was intense. My head ached and no one won. It was such a mental struggle, and then, suddenly, we both faded to the back and a kid was sitting in the livingroom of my childhood home [no one could break through the moment, including me], looking out across the hardwood floors up at her father [our father] and realizing how big he was and feeling afraid to go any farther. My f**kng head won't stop hurting and I haven't slept more than three hours in over four weeks.