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		<title>This Is What Happens Now.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 17:50:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Paroxysm]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bipolar]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I called the psychiatrist half an hour ago. Outside on the balcony, so she wouldn&#8217;t hear me, holding the phone in one hand and the slip with his number on the other. He had a voice like a classmate of mine, regular, almost boyish, especially careful. I told him about her. He seemed nice, and, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I called the psychiatrist half an hour ago. Outside on the balcony, so she wouldn&#8217;t hear me, holding the phone in one hand and the slip with his number on the other. He had a voice like a classmate of mine, regular, almost boyish, especially careful. I told him about her. He seemed nice, and, though I already knew, I let him tell me what she had.</p>
<p>I feel a little okay now, mostly because I have a job to do. It&#8217;s not going to be fine, but I am helping us towards the right direction. Despite what I&#8217;ve been living in, I feel like a superhero.</p>
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