Today has been a really long day. There was a de@th on campus last night, so I've been in crisis-counseling mode for 12 hours already. I feel like I, myself, have been crying all day just because after a certain amount of exposure feelings "rub off" on the therapist. (This is why we don't work 12-hour shifts normally!)
There just happens to be a brief gap in the walk-ins this minute.
I miss my husband and son, but there are some who have it way worse than me today. At least I know they are okay and I get to go home to them (eventually).