Born, like other comic book characters, out of an otherwise trivial but life-changing animal bite, the Rabid Librarian seeks out strange, useless facts, raves about real and perceived injustices, and seeks to meet her greatest challenge of all--her own life.
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Sunday, September 07, 2014
I think I understand
While all of the factors mentioned in the preceding post are, in fact, true and probably relevant, it's not my hormones, my need to some 'me' time, stress over finances and jobs, or anything like that. It's very simple. I am afraid of losing someone in my life who is dealing with issues that are very serious. I'm trying to make things better, to no avail, and I've got to accept that I can't. I can be there. I can listen. I can love. But in the end, I have no control over the situation. I only can hope it improves, and provide supportive care where I can. From there, I can only hope for the best.
Labels:
Depression,
Fear,
Love,
Stress
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