As a child whenever I had a bad dream, my mother, with a stern look on her face, would always say to me, “Go, and tell your nightmares to the toilet.” This wasn’t because she didn’t have sympathy for me; it was because in my family, we believe it is really where bad things should go.

So with that being said, if you do not have anything kind to add to the conversation, but you need to get it out of your system anyway, please make a visit to your nearest toilet and have a nice long chat.

Afterward you’re supposed to expectorate . . . okay, spit right into the toilet and give it a nice, long flush. I mean this in all seriousness and in the kindest way possible, no cheekiness at all . . . . Then when you are ready, please do join us again because we need your beautiful insights and wisdom.

I truly hope to make this website a community where hope and peace can reside. Thank you kindly for your cooperation. Have a wonderful, beautiful day.

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