There's a quiet, thieving killer that moves among us, and it doesn't carry a single physical weapon. It doesn't need to. It simply needs to whisper in your ear. Its voice is soft, and it often even sounds friendly at first. "Maybe not today," it says. "Maybe next week. Maybe when you've got things all figured out." And we nod along like obedient children because it always sounds sensible at the start. Who is this diabolical doubter? None other than Fear itself. Now, this Fear

When you are a caseworker... Your work is with people who are stuck in places that do not have easy exits.