"Take it a day at a time,"
 

She sniffed into the tissue and then blew her nose. She stiffened a bit when Pomfrey touched her and then relaxed. He needed that kind of touch, almost motherly like. It had been far too long since she had felt anything like it. The tears came back and Brigitte dabbed at them with a new tissue.
 
“…Or, if it works better, take it an hour at a time. Don't think about tomorrow or next week, just think about the next class and get through that class and then get through lunch. Just take it a bit at a go, that's all."
 

“And what if I can’t even do that?” Brigitte asked, her eyes starting to get red and puffy from the tears. She sniffed loudly. “Sometimes I don’t think I can even stand to make it through a class another minute.” Brigitte wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. “Like, what’s the point? I can’t be a healer now. I’ll have to get a regular job when I get home since Cliff won’t be able to work.” She sniffed again and then threw her arms up. “All of this is pointless!”
 
Brigitte gripped her hair, breathing hard, trying not to lose it. It only resulted in her hyperventilating.

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