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George has left to be with his family in Selkirk for Thanksgiving. I'm considering calling a crisis line; the depression is a black storm lashing me with repeated urges to self-harm or slit my wrists.
Have taken a tranquillizer; if that doesn't help, time for another Seroquel.
ETA: Fuck. >.<
The phone was in the living room, and set on low ring. Therefore, I did not hear it when George called from downtown to see if I was okay. After trying several times and not getting an answer, he rushed back home. He's missed the only bus that would have gotten him out to Selkirk to be with his family for Thanksgiving.
I feel like complete and utter shit right now.
Have taken a tranquillizer; if that doesn't help, time for another Seroquel.
ETA: Fuck. >.<
The phone was in the living room, and set on low ring. Therefore, I did not hear it when George called from downtown to see if I was okay. After trying several times and not getting an answer, he rushed back home. He's missed the only bus that would have gotten him out to Selkirk to be with his family for Thanksgiving.
I feel like complete and utter shit right now.
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Thanks for the wonderful words of support. I'm trying to forgive myself for George missing the dinner, lol... hopefully with time, I'll feel less guilty.