there's a certain type of someone who can undo the knots in your chest when thinking becomes cyclical obsessive maddening. all it takes is a phone call in tears in they can say a few very concrete real things that make the world seem very okay and not as maze-like as it had moments before. I am so thankful for that. Also I am thankful for working in a room with a closed door where I can cry on the phone and no one in the office knows that this entire mini roller coaster ride happened inside my head.