Well, that being said, I think my ease is from making myself comfortably numb. In 2013 first my father died, then my little brother (49), then my mother, then my mf dog. All in the same year. Whole family wiped out. Just last year (4 years), I stopped trying to call them, or heard them in the next room. I mean, it JUST happened I started to get better. I have MDD anyway, without that crap. Before that happened, I wrote a list (twice, I think), of everyone loved and gone. ALL my friends, half of 'em the way I tried (failure, but close). Mother and I agreed odd numbered years suck, for some reason. There ya go, 2013 and 2015. And a lot before that. I quit doing that stuff after it took more than a notebook page full. Thanks for the ease. I'm afraid it's a little late for me. I'm a lot better, but get lonely, coz the friends I had were friends. As in the putrid saying BFF. Ick-erase that. I always said I had better friends than family. True that; you get to pick 'em. So now we're operating on "That which does not kill you . . . "
xoxo
