I started crying when the group [therapy] was over because the last thing we did upset me – we all held a piece of the same cloth, leaned back and supported each other’s weight. I couldn’t do it. I bent my legs and elbows and stood very firm, yet . . .I needed to feel supported, as i do in life, but i can’t let myself be, and i pretend not to need that support.

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