We have been in a bit of a crisis mode over the past few days. Triggers set things in motion and like a domino effect sets of more triggers and gets everything spinning around and around again. The spinning is making me dizzy and wearing me out. There is no way I am giving up. If [friend] can go her entire life with the same stuff in her head, then I can certainly at least go half the distance, picking up others along the way that have fallen from exhaustion. I could take the easy road, but why be like everybody else when I can be me? I like me much better anyway. I couldn’t live with me if I were them.