Which may or may not be a dramatic understatement.
Misery comes and goes, but my cats still want their breakfast.
The sky is always darkest right before a tornado.
The only way left to go is any direction not immediately hampered by a physical object.
I've got nothing left to lose, except my job, my home, my car, my pets, etc.
Somehow, I think I just described my anxieties instead of my relief. How telling.
I'll put some real writing here, soon. Clichés are fun to kill, however.
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