I must admit there have been times that I have been disconsolate. At these times the sky clouds over and the walls close in. There is frustration and a sense of imprisonment. The situation and circumstances are outside my control--even minimal influence. Happiness and hope are utter strangers there and time seems to stand dead still. I feel ready to explode--not from anger but with tightly pressurized angst oozing from above and without.
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