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. Furthermore, 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.

To Die For