All it takes is a phone call to make your heart feel heavy. When you’re watching somebody you’re actually coming to really care about struggle with a nervous breakdown and seeing them lose themselves in pills… it’s incredibly hard and more than one part of me just wants to say fuck it, this is too deep. But it’s just not in me to do that no matter what the cost. But having to choose between what kind of help you can give this person, in the capacity of giving them a place to stay that isn’t a fit place to raise a child or maybe, just maybe putting them away in a hospital for a little while, and yet depriving a kid of their mum AND dad at the same time… what kind of choices are these? How could anyone make a choice like that?