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The past couple of days have been really, really hard. I don't have the energy to talk about it, and talking about it won't help. It's been over three months home now and I haven't had any truly hard days, but last night I just sat on the porch and chain smoked and cried and cried and cried because there was nothing else to do. I wish it had helped more. At the moment I feel very, very alone, but it will pass.