Pandora's Box
Rewinding a bit to mid-October ...
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I broke.
I couldn't take the stress anymore. I couldn't live the lie without at least trying to find a way to heal. Decades have passed since my first pass through this personal chaos, and I managed to keep a lid -- forget it, really -- until a year or so ago.
Now the lid's off Pandora's Box.
I've looked at what's involved; I know the cost of what lies ahead, and my heart quails at the prospect of losing so much that is so very precious to me. On the other hand, if I don't do *something*, they'll pay an even heavier price of pain. Yes, I mean exactly what that implies.
I'm frightened beyond words ...
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Fast-forward to today ...
I've done some research, and contacted others with the same issues.
I know my options, now I need choose whether I mean it enough to pay the cost, and let those closest to me know what's going on.
It's going to be an interesting holiday season, I suspect.