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I must confess pain does not disintegrate into nothing simply because a person wishes it to. The pain follows you. It will follow you into your dreams, the bottle of booze on the night stand, pills stuffed in your purse or at work. There is no use in putting all your efforts into something other than the heartache. Instead, you have to learn where your pain is, burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder, you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help. It is my belief even down in this dark place where my fears run rampant, where all my sorrow and hurt are stored, some person will come running to save me. One of them will come running to save me.

I'm still waiting.