Somehow the notion that we can control these sitches by DBing fosters a rather unhealthy mindf*cking paralysis of objectivity.
We, on here are at the edge of the frickin' cliff. We are not the people the book was written for per se, we are the last resorters, the ones who she has to remind that it may not work out etc.
Anyway, my moratorium on posting about the un-mentionable one is almost up.
I would love to connect in person. Just need to figure out how. No private messaging on here.
