..and it pours

I am distracting myself from my beautiful, terrible weekend by looking at pictures of jewelry I made, new beads and supplies I want, and a scale, so I can stop having to go to the post office and stand in line all the time.

It's amazing, how quickly good things turn bad. If there is a warning, or several warnings, we tend to ignore them, writing them off as flukes or mistakes. We convince ourselves that everything is FINE, why do you keep asking me that? And then, when it rains, it floods. The wind howls, and tears the roof off the sucker. We find ourselves drowning, with no life support vest or flotation device withing flailing distance. And friends/family/loved ones, no matter how well-meaning, how well-intended, say, "Well, why didn't you ask for help? Why didn't you do x, y, z, etc etc, random thing?" Because.. Because we often don't know things are falling apart until it's too late to stop the trajectory of the downward spiral, and no amount of I'M FINE is going to fix it.

It's okay to not be okay. Remember that.