My head is just swimming.
So much has happened in two weeks.
So much validation that I am worthless.
All I want is to be able to walk away and people realize they need me.
Either they cope and cover it up well or I really have made no impact.
Ed’s voice is running rampant.
There are so many things I want to blog. As I start typing up one situation or scenario, another crazier more fucked up one occurs. Then I get off track and start the next one to just be stopped by another scenario. That has been the past few weeks.
Where do I begin?
When does it end if it ends?
But one thing rings true: I refuse to die fat. Because then it would cost more for cleanup. I couldn’t leave that on others.