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Oh Ginger--again, wish we all were closer and could help out. :(
Erin, that's bizarre! Did she know your number from some other time or what? But still, awesome feeling. I've had that sort of thing happen once or twice (well, once it was an ex, apologizing for being an ass, a few years later) and it feels pretty darn good. Even if the original thing still happened, at least I get to feel righteous?
Also, Erin and all of you who are suffering with things, never think, "My pain is not as bad as that person's pain, so I won't say anything." Pain is pain. I've never found my pain to be lessened by acknowledging that others' pain is worse. I think "I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet" is crap. You still need shoes.
Erin's post just resonated with me particularly, because I've done and felt similar things over the last year or so and didn't have her guts to face them head on.
My number is posted on my LinkedIn, and she talked about what an amazing, accomplished person I (seem) to have become, so universe is thwapping me upside the head with a cluestick today, which is all to the good.
But cluesticking in a GOOD way! may this be the first day of an upswing for you.
I am going to do my best to make it so (#1)
Damn it. I want to go slay metaphorical dragons for Ginger and Erin.
Sending lots of love and support your way, Ginger. And lots of ~ma for good MRI results!
Ginger, I wish I could do something more than offer you words and virtual hugs. Much peace, love and strength to you.
I have no eloquence right now, but I do have lots of love, support, and respect for Erin, Ginger, and all the rest of you.
Vibes, hairpats, virtual bourbon, and absolutely non-virtual, 100% real and solid love and awe to both Erin and Ginger. The black dog is a terrible, relentless beast and I hate him, and I hate that he's sunk his teeth into you and won't be shaken off. And I can't be actually *there* to sweep up the dog hairs and empty the sink and give you a little bit of clean, empty breathing space, because that would actually be doing something and this is just words. But I would give you every word I've ever had to make it better for you both.