The manuscript for "An Exercise in Catharsis" was damaged, almost ruined in a car crash. The Author having rolled a van without airbags and walked away with but a scratch. Publish your immortal portrait so you never have to look at it as unfinished, no one would have found it in the wreckage. What if all those conversations, moments you're waiting for; dreaming of never happen? What are your truths? "An Exercise in Catharsis" is a collection of poems and letters to alleviate self hatred without a clear source. Conversations around Mental Illness without censorship, about negative coping mechanisms, legally and illegally medicating, dopamine doping, and trying to heal "the scared kid at the top of the stairs".