I go in to everything from service work, to hatebreed lyrics (obviously which I do not own any rights to, but that meant and still do mean a lot to me. Respect to Jamey Jasta and the band that has truly been a major blessing to me through their words of strength) then I go into a little memorial for my dad (the man that raised me) out of respect and love. Didn’t even cry doing it either. I used to not be able to talk about him and not choke up. Thank you for giving my message or recovery a listen.