Once upon I time I called to God; sometimes I still do, when I can separate him from the mess that is the Church. Stripping away the man-made to seek the divine gets harder each time.
After Zoe Kenneth, they sent me to a psychologist to ensure I was 'fit for duty'. I was, but not because of any trained professional.
No-one asked if I needed 'to call someone' after Crevecoeur; the one who knows me knew better, and no-one else mattered.
I don't call anyone any more. My refuge is there beside me every day, and I am his.