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Life Goes On I sat in the rigid plastic chair and noticed the counselor jot down some notes on paper. Great. Yet another half an hour of talking about 'my childhood', and how it's affecting me now. Blast these mandatory 'mental health' sessions. An eerie silence hangs in the air. A large chunk of my 'sharing time' had passed while she dithered with the clipboard in her hands. "Um, is someone going to say something?" I wasn't gonna sit in silence for what little damn time I had left in this freaking room. Ms Reville takes a glance at me. "OK then, let's talk about…" her feminine, yet raspy voice rings in my ears. I somehow knew what she wa