Guys, you're so nice. Well, not all of you, but a lot of you are really well-meaning and sweet, and you've sent me the nicest "hang in there" emails because I've written about worrisome things, depression, drugs, etc. I know what it takes to put yourself out there, to reach out to someone in kindness, and it's a lot harder than one would imagine. It requires character. It requires ten times as much courage to root for someone than it does to dis, and you who root, are good people. People with substance. People who add value to this world. People who mean something.
The ever-blabbing horde called "anonymous" can suck a dick, though.
The point of this post is not to bitch about "anonymous," and so I won't do that. I just wanted to say that your worry might be better appropriated elsewhere, as I'm doing a-okay. I'm just prone to depressive episodes during periods of tremendous stress. I haven't been able to write at length about what I'm going through currently--for years, actually--and so if it seems I'm falling to bits over small things like gallbladder surgery, that's not the case. I'm actually digesting vast, immense things. It's a full time job, and I'm doing the best I can, but I do often find myself a little exhausted. I'll spill about all that later.
Right now, I'd like to say thanks. Some of you have been kinder to me than my closest friends, but then you never had to put up with my moods, my klutziness or my propensity to burst into song at inappropriate times.
Hugs and kisses,
Bunny
Posted by The Bunny at 4:03 PM