This seems to be a transitional year for just about everyone I know. That's not necessarily a bad thing.

I have a friend who is in the Peace Corps in El Salvador, another who moved back to England to be close to her father, others who have lost close relatives or friends or are facing major health problems.

I lost my father in May, a significant cat in June and my secure comfortable job in September. And we had a not-exactly-invited house guest and no privacy from just before Memorial Day until just after labor Day. (Well, when a friend needs a place to stay, you can't throw him out in the street.)

Maybe I'm just too much of an optimist (is there such a thing?) but I'd never consider suicide if only because I'd be too afraid of missing something.

Besides, everything seems to be working out for the better. It may be work to get there, but all in all, life seems to improve. At least this time when my life has been in crisis, no one's been trying to kill me. (Long story.)

Hang in there.

Bat Goddess