Dear Lost_Lonely--

I know those depths of despair myself. This spring, thoroughly researched most painles and most likely to succeed ways to kill myself and was keeping tools at the ready.

Last night, I was gasping, crying, in such pain. Almost no one gets fired by the college I work for -- one or two people a year. But I did.

I dragged myself to an Emotions Anonymous meeting today. Only woman in a room with 4 guys. The meeting didn't have as much structure as AA, not as solution/program focused. I felt like the dragged-out stories would never end.

But then at the end, each of those guys reached out to me in a very genuine, warm, caring way. What compassion did I bring to that room? Or was I too busy with myself and my judgments?

I hope I won't offend by bringing in religion, but I do believe there is a God of love. And though it is hard to believe sometimes, Shim must have created me for a reason. And love me.

And you, too, Lost_Lonely.

I do so hope that you and I and the other suffering souls on this list each finds our peace in our own way.

Please hang on, hang in, find your peace.