In spite of the griping I did in the last post, Thursday was a pretty good day. I got decent sleep because the little girl found some comfort and peace and so now my concentration has returned. Good. I can do some more substantial things now and I've gotten off to a decent start. I'll let you all know how it goes, but this much I can tell you now - no matter how strong a will or how clever the coping, sheer force of will and 'coping skills' are only enough to barely get by on in the long run if the child inside me is miserable. I relish the times when I can do more than just trudge along under the crushing weight of her fear and desperation. Real peace is good.