"You wrap yourself in a dark cloak of skepticism, cut your hair too short, and make acerbic comments about the FBI having nothing to hide. A flinty resolve defines you. You think you are in control.

But, as you pat yourself on the back and tell yourself that you are fine, fine, never better, a small voice inside you begs to differ. Conveniently drowned out by the volume of your life for so many years, it begins to whisper incessantly. 

Is That All There Is?"


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