mortality; personal stuff; plea for assistance
My Uncle Bob just died. I just got the phone call. Mom was wrecked.
I was already in bad shape over other stuff. Bob and I weren't super-close, and as far as that goes I'm okay. It's still hitting. But it's devastating my mom and stepdad, and I might have to be spending a lot of emotional resources on other people's sanity.
I don't have those resources right now. I don't know where to turn for help regaining them. Peg is doing all she can, but...
mortality; personal stuff; plea for assistance
...she's not really involved directly in the things that were already upsetting me. I might need to get a lot of personal baggage about myself and my social circle sorted really fast, because if I have to deal with that on top of everything else... nothing good is going to come of it for anyone, including some family who really needs the best version of me around right now.
I need a lot of help patching up a lot of stuff, fast.
mortality; personal stuff; plea for assistance
One step down, the biggest one. That was easier than I thought, and yeah, it does feel a lot better.
