I have bronchitis (well, that's my own diagnosis, and have to wait till 2:30 to get validated) and at work (because this is where my doctors are) and found at that my good friend B tried to kill herself last week and my continued helplessness at her mental problems continues and I suck.
The end.
I wish the Mr. Clean Magick Erasers would clean up people's lives. Wouldn't that be great? Get on that, will you, Dow Chemical?
Ack, Nora, that's awful. Breath-ma in all senses of the word.
my continued helplessness at her mental problems continues
You're not a mental health professional, Nora. Feeling horrible about your friend's pain is one thing, but feeling responsible for not fixing things is just a world of trouble. It's perfectly natural to be helpless right now. Painful, but natural. So don't blame yourself.
You're not a mental health professional, Nora. Feeling horrible about your friend's pain is one thing, but feeling responsible for not fixing things is just a world of trouble. It's perfectly natural to be helpless right now. Painful, but natural. So don't blame yourself.
I know. I am working very hard to keep that in mind. Things have just been so hard between her and I over the past, hm, nine months or so? (since we bought the house) And she's pushed me away, and I let myself be pushed, because she has been very difficult and draining to be with/talk to.
Anyway. I just feel really sick, in my lungs and in my heart.
I think some of you need to come visit me, bringing your Mr. Clean Magick Erasers AND your Scrubbing Bubbles.
I could bring Leif first to help make things extra messy.
As a tip, when a three year old runs up to you, holds up a finger, and says "Smell my finger!", this is never a good thing.
{{Nora}}
and everybody Breathe. in, out, in out, in , out....