<div>Because healing isn’t cheap and neither is whiskey!  
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<div>This past weekend, I was railroaded—yes, completely blindsided—into attending a Primary Program at the local LDS Ward House.
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<div>It started innocently enough: my good friend casually mentioned that his granddaughter was singing and asked if I wanted to "stop by and show support." Next thing I know, I’m sitting in a pew, surrounded by smiling families, watching a parade of small children sing songs about sunshine, kindness, and eternal families.
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<div>I was not prepared.
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<div>I was not warned.
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<div>I was not sober.
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<div>The Aftermath:
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<div>There were tiny voices. Hand motions. Talks about prophets. An a cappella solo that made me feel things I wasn’t ready to feel. I clapped. I smiled. I may have teared up.
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<div>But now… I need help.
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<div>Late-night therapy sessions (the kind held at the bottom of a glass), long walks questioning my life choices, and perhaps a sabbatical in a place with absolutely zero Primary programs.
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<div>Where Your Money Will Go:
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<div>$10 — A strong drink and a listening ear at the local bar
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<div>$25 — Group therapy (me and a bartender named Sal)
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<div>$50 — Noise-canceling headphones, for future sneak attacks
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<div>$100 — A weekend away from all things “wholesome”
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<div>$200+ — A fully immersive, child-free recovery retreat (or a lot of tacos)
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<div>Please Help Me Be Normal Again
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<div>I used to be cool. I used to sleep in on Sundays. I used to have boundaries. With your support, I can return to the person I once was—or at least afford enough therapy to be okay with who I’ve become.
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<div> Donate now. Save a soul from sunshine songs and choreographed hand gestures.
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<div>With love, trauma, and a slight hangover, Troy
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Heather Morgan

Anonymous

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