I have good days and bad days, as I tell people, but I’ve come to a few conclusions:
1. Either most people can’t show up in my life in the way I’d like them to, or they just don’t want to.
2. I probably have more fans than friends, and if I did anything right, I would have way more fans than I do. Adjust those numbers accordingly for “friends”.
3. I’m a great idea in theory, but in practice, not so much.
4. While I feel I am in serious need of help, I possess a deep distrust of the professions who are in charge of “help” in this country, if not this entire world.
5. There’s a very strong chance that whatever I think would help me feel better will not.
6. No matter what’s going on, the world isn’t going to stop having its demands of me, demands that I really am in no condition to fill right now.
7. Someone who did a lot of damage to me, and who has a lot of problems of her own said “You need to learn how to treat people better.” about 13 months ago, and regardless of how hypocritical it might have been for her to have been the one to say that, she’s still right.
8. I really can’t talk openly about a lot of what’s going on in my life, even privately, because I am concerned about the adverse effect that it would have on my life and the lives of others that I care about.
9. I’m the one who has to dig myself out of this hole, and right now, I’m amazed that I have the strength to start and finish each day, never mind get any better.
10. In every single situation that led to me being who, what and where I am, I had choices, and I took the ones that brought me here.
For those who have been wondering, that’s how I’m doing.