Last Thursday, I felt at the end of my rope. I came into the livingroom, slid onto the couch, and poured my heart out to Mom and Dad; I didn't know how I could go on the way I was. Precious wasn't eating, I couldn't do my therapy because I have to be home every 2-3 hours, and I am battling depression on top of it all. I actually thought I was
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