Therapy.

It's the end of the work day,  all day long your emotions have run the gamut from elated to exhausted.

The noise of the day and your surroundings echo repeatedly, a dissonant cacophony draining your will.     

You're finally done, done in and done for.

You need to find your center - the place where everything remains the same regardless of the changes swirling outside.

The decision is made. A covenant cut with yourself. It's time to get real.

You dress in the most tattered rags you own, pipe Black Label Society into your ears at the highest volume possible, step out into the cold night air.

You close your eyes, take two deep breaths and wrap your hands around the cold steel...

And all is right with your world once again.