So, um, I need to go all memememe for a minute. A few months ago, a young lady wrote into GCS asking for advice. She was depressed, couldn't see any reason to go on, and was thinking about hurting herself. I immediately wrote back telling her not to hurt herself, asking if there was anyone at all she could talk to, and that there was absolutely nothing wrong with asking for help. I closed with asking her to write me back and let me know how she was doing.
She wrote back last night. Because of my mail, she went to see a doctor. She's now on anti-depressants, working on Cognitive Therapy lessons, and feels happier and more in control of her life than she has since she was in 1st grade.
I am ... gobsmacked. I keep reading her mail and grinning. I helped someone find a happy ending. I'm going to be ridiculously happy about this for a very long time.
Jilli, that's a GREAT thing to be happy about. Helping someone through a dark spot is a gift.
Jilli that's wonderful!!!
So, what should I have for lunch?
Grilled bacon and swiss cheese sandwich?
runs away
Unless the WGA goes on strike, of course.
We could firebomb the WGA. Though there might be a problem with the logic in that.
So, um, I need to go all memememe for a minute.
Hardly just about you. That's a great story.
I'm going to be ridiculously happy about this for a very long time.
As you should.
What has it done this week?
It's been full of extra special misogynistic, anti-semitic, and utter jackholery sauce.
Oh, Jilli! That's so wonderful.
Gah. Work bullshit. And I'm so fucking exhausted and stressed out that I'm not handling very well and there's something weird going on beneath the surface and I probably put my foot in it big time and I just can't fucking deal right now.
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