Two of the refugees I am working with were going under today, in very different ways, purely because of the pressures that UK systems put on people who have already suffered in ways the rest of can not imagine.
When everything in the world is beating you up, how do you escape the idea that all people hate you too?
When everything, everything is taken away from you, even that flickering hope that you were focusing on, is it worth struggling to imagine there might be a future?
I am not a therapist. All I can offer is a hand, a hug and a promise that I do not hate them, that I will do my damnedest to overturn this latest unthinkingly vicious hurdle. With no promises.
I got one tiny smile in return. The other person's facial muscles could not do that.
I hope they are both still there tomorrow.