Survival status: three weeks left–or less
The last few days have reaffirmed that–emotionally–I cannot survive like this anymore.
Be pro-social
The last few days have reaffirmed that–emotionally–I cannot survive like this anymore.
Someone here gave me a week’s worth of venlafaxine: thank you.
“Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”
My son is 22 years old today. Despite how unusual my life has been, having a 22-year-old son and still being able to clearly remember his birth is one of the most amazing things that has happened to me. Happy birthday!
A chat conversation with a friend helped me in many ways, including averting the crisis of homelessness.
I am nearly out of money, and unless something changes, I will run out of medicine and be sleeping on the streets in a few days.
My dad, Dan Hogan, reads my website all the time, but he still sent me an email asking what help I needed. I explained to him the bare minimum help that I need.
What things do you want me to write about so that you will help me recover?
An email from a stranger, expressing common feelings about my situation.