There's something screwed up about having a session, and needing to call the bereavement support line on the same day.
There's something more screwed up about having another human being say to me: 'If you feel the need to cry again and you'd rather do that with somebody, you can call back.'
How the hell has my life come to this?
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'Somewhere up above the great divide
Where the sky is wide, and the clouds are few
A man can see his way clear to the light
'You have all the grace you need for today, and today is all that matters.' - Steve Austin