I've found assisting at a local shelter to be a very healing experience. I've been able to pick up my tools again. I no longer feel sick at the smell of sawdust and paint. Though it may be over for curry. There is a bit of light at the end of this tunnel.
Although I did run into an old friend the other day, and that has sent my head spinning.
I wonder if I might ultimately return to law. The idea has been bouncing about. I feel that I need a change. The people at the shelter know me as Ben, for example. I'm still not sure why that was what popped out of my mouth.