Learning to ask for help.
I lose at life. It's that simple. I am in the way. I am unwanted. And I just lose at life. Megan is upset, and everyone flocks to her. John is upset and everyone, well, almost everyone caters to him. And Instead of just going on like this all night, I actually asked for help. And that's really big. It's sad that that is so big. But there you have it. And there it is. Maybe the healthy part is stronger today. And maybe there is still hope for me to become a doctor. To not be a failure. Maybe even tonight was a success. But it's hard to say sometimes. A lot of things are hard to say. As Alissa knows all too well, the sick part enjoys being sick, and so it's hard to be sure it's not the part that's ill trying to punish the people the healthy part loves when it lets itself show. But what can you do. Hope that people forgive you your flaws as you have forgiven them theirs. There really isn't anything else you can do.