I am a strong man. I have endured much, but this moved me. I cried. A woman approached me while I was going into the grocery store. She asked if I could spare a few dollars. I told her I was sorry, but I didn't have any cash. I asked her what she needed. All she asked for was toilet paper. She looked like she needed a lot more. I helped her. She told me she's Bipolar. I told her I was too. I drove her home so she wouldn't have to walk. I have a patient who's been so physically and sexually abused, and who's had such a monstrous psychotic break, that I don't think I can keep her from committing suicide. She was dumped at the hospital emergency room, and we can't find who's responsible. She has no money, no insurance. She's spent all the time the psychiatric hospital will allow her stay. She has nowhere to stay, nowhere to go. All the long term shelters, that will take a diagnosed, mentally ill person are full, and have waiting lists. I've allowed myself to become too emotionally attached to her. This is the worst time of the year for my profession. My heart is breaking. Why does such injustice exist in the world? I wish my signature wasn't on this post. I don't feel so excited. Don't comment. I just need to express myself. I miss the blogs.