One thing I know about myself beyond a doubt, is that when things get rough, I collapse in on myself. Kind of a mental and emotional fetal position. I ignore the fact that the world exists until the clouds all blow over and there is some semblance of a livable reality out there.
If anyone sees one, please forward it my way.
No, life isn't over as I know it. But things are scary, and agonizing, and ... well, making me stay in a fetal position.
(Oh, I threw my back out last week, which makes this even more pronounced).
Please don't be offended by my disappearance. I need to be inside myself for a bit.
Here's a pretty picture for now: