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[satal]

This is a ranty post from an LJ user back from the dead, but only for a little bit.  No one need read it.  I just need an outlet to organize my thoughts that I can't talk to anyone about

Comments

[murrday]

Please don't kill yourself. I would miss you. I would far rather that you call and talk with me, including in the middle of the night, than hurt yourself. I am concerned that you are considering plans. Get in the car and come here instead. I can give you gas money, don't let money worries stop you. Or if the car's dicey, take the bus.

I've been going through a lot of depression myself, and have just today experienced a bit of hope in spite of everything. If I can have a bit of hope, it's fair that you ought to get offered some by the universe too.

Take a break, come here, be our guest - you know Deirdre would be happy about it, so I am sure I can offer from both of us. The place is terribly cluttered, but it might be the kick in the butt I need to clean up.
Eat vegetarian, go catch a movie, take a walk. Have a breather.

I want you to know you have more options than it feels like. And you can use them or not, so long as you know you have some.

You matter to me, Peg

[satal]

Unfortunately, a break is not an option. But please don't worry about me, okay? I don't think Deirdre could take the upset in her own house, and you certainly don't need the pressure. I posted here to alleviate some of the pressure. That's all.

[murrday]

Sunny-pup would be thrilled to have company who would play with her more, and since my joints ache these days, and I am less able to, it would be doing me a favor as well.

Since you were last here Torgerson has become a place you can stay up 24/7. So if you and Deirdre wanted to stay up on her days off and talk and hang out while I have to sleep, there's a lighted, heated option. Even if there wasn't, I would far rather lose sleep than lose you.

[lilmartha2]

Hi, I don't think we've met but I'm Andrew Durfor's mom and I occasionally read the Friends tab of his LiveJournal so I found your post. What to say? First, so you know my bias, my father committed suicide 40 years ago and I am still angry with him. There are other options, you just have to find them. Second, have you considered that you might need a different counselor, someone who can help you get started in a new direction? Third, I believe everyone is born for a reason and you just haven't found yours yet.

[satal]

Hunh--I haven't heard from Andrew in a very long time. Does he do well?

[a_planeswalker]

I'm getting by and moving along. We should chat some time on aim

[pyrofox]

I am sorry to hear that all of this has been happening to you, I know that while we lived near each other we only got to hang out a few times. I think you are a wonderful person though, and laughed when you were there with me. I wish that I could be nearer to help you in your time of need dear heart.

[satal]

I'm glad that you're not with Adam. What about the twit? David? Do you know that in my household we still refer to things being "Dumb? Is it dumb-as-David?" Hahah...

[pyrofox]

Lol, he had a talent for dumb acts. David left the household shortly after you two moved, I left Adam over a year ago and have been on a crazy rollercoaster for life since then. I heard from David recently, still from home to home.

[blondefeste]

We will talk sometime if/when you are not tired and can take 10-15 minutes for a quick walk around the block. You're not useless and you do not deserve to die.

[satal]

You know, this is a great example of faulty thought process. For some reason, I thought that because I didn't use this blog-thing anymore, no one else did. I thought everyone had moved on to the Facebook. Now I'm all embarrass-i-fied.

Night walks in autumn air are always good.