I found the end of my rope. And then I started to climb back up.

If you know me, you know I'm not generally a crier. I had a life-altering situation to deal with about a year and a half ago that sent me into a weeks-long frazzle from which I slowly recovered and since then, I've cried literally four times. And when I did, it was over something serious -- like finding out a friend or two or three had died (they were dropping like flies in 2009). (Okay, I did cry once while watching the T.O. Show. The episode where his Gramma uttered a few words to him. Whoa, that made me drop a few tears.)



For months now I've been letting a few things stew. And stew. And stew some more. And last week it all caught up with me until BLAMMO. I was done. Toast. Finito. Not getting out of bed. Not for work. Not for the brick film. I'd take Nico out and then come inside and climb back into bed.

On Friday I realized a few people at work were kind of worried about me and I'm like, "I didn't even know you cared." And then I uttered a few melodramatic tweets like this and that. And the responses were numerous and unexpected. Before I knew it, people were sending me @replies on twitter, direct messaging, texting, emailing and calling. At first I tried to ignore everyone, but the messages just kept coming.

And then before I knew it, I was nodding my head like, yeah.

I'm not really sure what the purpose of human life is, but it seems we're all here on this planet to help each other. I found my wit's end and there were vast amounts of people already there (go figure). Since that place was so crowded, I thought it'd be better to find the end of my rope, but too many of you encouraged me to climb back up.

I couldn't even attempt it without you. Thank you, everyone. Your words have meant more to me than you'll ever know.

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Listening to: This American Life The Kindness of Strangers
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