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Group Support Session, Chatswood NSW August 1998 It was going to be just another day. Maybe a few tears, maybe a few laughs, but maybe, just maybe I would have a different outlook on life today. There were different thoughts that entered my clouded mind already, scary thoughts mainly. I just wanted some clarity. I wanted answers. I wanted to know why I am the way I am? I wanted to know why it happened to me? I felt like I was holding my nose and about to jump into water. Anxious, hopeful and just terrified of what my first support group experience was about to bring, I wanted to hold onto anything from my past; it was my security, my sanctuary. All I knew was this feeling was horrible and I

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