...things have finally hit bottom.
I'm not going into the gory details, but I have finally reached a point where no option is good. Best case, I will have to do some things that bother the hell out of me and make some major changes in my so-called "lifestyle.". Worst case is, well, worst. Not going into that either.
After hearing the news and seeing my reaction, one of the three people whom I trust enough to tell all sent me home with a Valium and a promise of help. If the help pans out, the next few days will only be hideously unpleasant, not necessarily unbearable.
I owe that friend a lot. With troubles of her own to face, she has been there for me.
I owe those of you have helped a lot, too. If the Desperation Plan works, it will be your help that really helped make it possible.
The Valium? Since I'm not into those things, it has hit me like the proverbial ton of bricks. My next stop is bed. At 7:35. Unbelievable.
This journal may go dormant for a few days, maybe even a week. I will be out of touch for that time. I'll try to be back ASAP.
Oddly enough, I was beginning to feel as if I might be able to get through this the "right" way. Had a few articles come in for me to do today, and that always gives me hope.
But then the crap really hit the fan.
And now I get to be a jerk, and be really depressed. Again.
Gotta watch out for Numero Uno, you know. And that is what I fully intend to do.
I'll report in when I can.
5 hours ago