Something I found really useful - my support group. A couple of really good friends I could call anytime day or night. Folks who knew my desire to stand and who promised to hold me to task, to help me when I called, to remind me of what I was working to do when my emotions dragged me off course.
It is. Mine is in the form of an old shipmate whom I’ve known for years. I try to keep my family out of it - so far. Yet I feel that time is coming.
My friend keeps me pointed into the wind, although he’s the one who told me to look. I’m keeping what I know close to the vest. This part is very sucktastic. One day at a time.
