tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618347922765225697.post7754599723700294515..comments2023-12-04T13:13:45.347+08:00Comments on PROPHET OF NO PROFIT: What do you do with a suicidal bipolar on Easter Sunday?Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01143212545826651950noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618347922765225697.post-23694354234060078572010-04-06T11:28:56.260+08:002010-04-06T11:28:56.260+08:00well thank you very much some times i feel like Jo...well thank you very much some times i feel like John the Baptist screaming my head of in the wildernessJoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01143212545826651950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618347922765225697.post-25537963997668557892010-04-06T01:53:26.299+08:002010-04-06T01:53:26.299+08:00Hey Joe. I can relate to the question in your tit...Hey Joe. I can relate to the question in your title far more than I'd really like to admit. I only connect with snippets of what follows, but thought it best not to stand still and silent before the deaf man screaming.<br /> I know it's a tough place. Tough, too, for those around you who want to help. Near impossible to really 'get it' if you haven't been there, and if you have, it's still not always easy to see a way out or how to safely help. <br />Bear with them, and let 'em in.Carolnoreply@blogger.com