and yes, per the good doctor and my own understanding, it's probably a good thing that one feels worse upon leaving than one did upon entering the psychiatric shell. the room with the door that closes. the therapeutic setting.
luckily, spring-like conditions prevailed this morning, so no chapping of face as one multitasked walking and crying, seeking coffee, and not much long after arriving at work.
much quiet tearfulness, followed by some shortness of temper in a professional setting, followed by home.
please please universe, don't fire our ass.
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