I have my moments of clarity when I know how my upbringing brought me here. To you.
My country, it used to be famous for its wonderful health care system, but itīs not, not anymore. Waiting lists for even moderate professionals. I donīt know if someone even remotely adequate will be at the end of the waiting list. But thereīs still some hope. Bmac, when I first read your signature, I wept and it sticks with me. Like the scent of the violet. Itīs beautiful, itīs not like anything Iīve ever known, itīs giving me a scent of tomorrow, when I sometimes forget there is a next day, a next chance, even for someone like me. Even my pets can smell that violet and I hold on to that with tooth and nail. Even though everything feels so hopeless now, I will try not to let go.