Last night I was upset. I was being hassled and blamed for something related to the condo deconversion and it wasn't fair. My heart was racing, my thoughts were bouncing and I couldn't concentrate. I was uncomfortable being alone.
I called my oldest friend. She didn't pick up.
I called John. He didn't pick up.
I called Joanna. From my movie group. We're friends, yes, but we're not
that close.
"Hello, darlin',"
she said. She was out on her evening walk but promised to call me back
within 20 minutes. She did. We talked for more than two hours.
Her advice didn't really help, to be honest. She told me to stand up for myself a bit more, which I can't do without throwing someone else under the bus. I'm really conflicted about doing that. But she helped me feel less alone, and that's what I needed.
We spent a lot of time on her rotten week, too. I'm not sure my advice helped her, either, but I know it helped her to vent.
It can be difficult for me to reach out and ask for help (except from my oldest friend and John). I'm grateful that Joanna came through for me.