December 1, 2005 10:13 PM GMT
December 1, 2005 10:46 PM GMT
Katie is not only the webmistress here, but our den mother as well. I can tell you personally that she checked in on me quite a few times when she was concerned about my well being. In fact, she still writes to me to get an emergency contact number. I don't have one to give.
As for the rest of us, let me mention what happened to me earlier this year. Back on August 29 my life went to living hell when I was not only put out of the house, but sent/committed to a hospital for 9 days. When I disappeared like that the girls here went nuts trying to find out where and how I was. I'm still not at home, and my marriage may well be over forever. I see my daughter MAYBE once a week.
While my life is still in the toilet, I wouldn't have gotten through it without the love of these people. Oh, great, now I'm tearing up just thinking about it.
These girls here are the most selfless, devoted friends and sisters. NOT TO SOUND LIKE A BAD 1970s SONG, BUT when one of us hurts, we all feel that pain. The same goes for good news. We all rejoice in each other's good fortunes.
I love these people so much. Welcome to our little group of nutcases!
December 2, 2005 1:50 PM GMT
I know I certainly thought of suicide once or twice. That's one of the reasons some of the girls here freaked out when I disappeared. They thought I might have gone through with it.
As Queen once said, "Don't Try Suicide."
December 2, 2005 6:39 PM GMT
Rachel, dear, there's no use crying over spilt milk, it only makes it salty for the cat. There are lots and lots of us who came to the realization of who we are late in our lives and yes, regret the time that we "wasted", but barring Professor Peabody and his boy Sherman and their Wayback Machine showing up on TW, there isn't anything we can do but move forward and do the best we can with the time we have at our disposal.
I totally applaud you for your courage and bravery. I know how hard it is to make those first few steps, but oddly enough, it seems to get easier, at least it seems that way to me, as though there were some sort of momentum building up that keeps me moving forward even when I'm scared to take that next step. Sometimes it seems like there's an inevitability to it and I couldn't stop if I wanted to, not that I do.
And for me, at least so far, it has been about the journey and not the destination, mainly since I really have no idea where I'm going or where this path will umtimately lead. The journey and the friends I make along the way seems to be what it's all about.
Good luck, Rachel. Best wishes and good thoughts.
Hugs...Joni
December 2, 2005 7:08 PM GMT
Thank you, Sandra.<BIG BIG HUG>
-Joni