Whew.

I dare not breathe much more than a small sigh of relief, for the Other Three Quarters (which would be a great band-name) are talking at the moment. But I have hope.

Talking is useful. I may not be the best listener. In fact I give terrible advice and you are well-advised not to listen to me. But it is better even to talk at a section of drywall than to simply run loops of troublesome thoughts in your head until you become convinced they are all True.