The Bloody Doors Off

This isn’t the first time I’ve been in crisis, or at least recognized that I was so.

That was back in May 2013. Out of work, the (then) girlfriend was off into the ether dealing with her own issues. I was just starting Wellbutrin, and my former landlord was plotting to evict me because of an outstanding Sheriff’s fee ($150 or thereabouts). I’d had to scratch the funds, run to the Landlord/Tenant Board for a stop order, take it to the Sheriff’s office, and then give the Landlord notice I was taking them to court (they never showed).

Fuck, I digressed. And paused for like, two hours because the roommate just screwed me over again because of his lack of common sense.

Anyway.

It all built up and exploded. I called the crisis hotline and spoke with someone for two hours. What I realize now is that I had the same plan back then. Only they managed to talk me off the ledge. This week I was ready to jump.

And tonight, I still am.