It gives me an odd sense of joy to realize that the longest night this past year lined up with the night before I was given Formal Therapeutic Disclosure. Oh, the harsh reality of winter. It’s cold. It’s dark. But I am not alone, and there is hope.
It gives me an odd sense of joy to realize that the longest night this past year lined up with the night before I was given Formal Therapeutic Disclosure. Oh, the harsh reality of winter. It’s cold. It’s dark. But I am not alone, and there is hope.