Tears flowed freely today down my cheeks - an unfamiliar feeling for me. A friend had sent a text an hour or so earlier, urging me to check the description of today's Oprah; "I'm not sure," she said, "if it will be helpful to you or not."

The topic was child molestation. An hour without a live audience - just Oprah interviewing four admitted child molesters. I'm not a big fan of the show, but for this - I watched.

I watched & I cried & I hurt. I hurt for all the children these four men touched. I hurt for the innocence taken & the lives shattered. And for once in my life, I also hurt for me. I knew my therapist would be proud. Well, as proud as you can be of someone whose greatest achievement in therapy is sitting cross-legged on the sofa on a snow day crying over an afternoon talk show.