I’m going through a rough patch.
Daughter just got home from Lenten Wednesday Soup night, AKA Novena plus soup, which she help prepare one of the stars.
“How was the soup?”
“Great, and there’re leftovers.”
“Well, you know me and soup.”
“Maybe you could go next week. Everybody would love to see you.”
And they would. I was recently released from a psych ward with patients who suffered with horrible relationships with their parents and everybody else in their lives. I was almost embarrassed when dropmom got through and I had a public (happens when you have only one phone) and loving conversation. And my pastor visited twice, though he knows I’m a atheist (long story). It doesn’t matter because I am still part of the community.
God, I love these people and I have no idea how others function without a community to support them.
Then there are my brothers and their wives. One tried to get to me in the the psych ward but was unsuccessful.
“But our mother spoke with him yesterday, Do you have different rules for moms?”
“Well, duh.”
His wife is my family shrink because she’s a psych pro and bound under HIPAA ever since I said I didn’t entirely consider her my sister as I needed someone to talk to who wouldn’t blab. Other SIL is just a very nice person who managed to find me though English is not her first language.
I’m sorry to hear you are in a rough patch, but you are truly blessed* to have such a caring family and friends. Just remember your support group is larger still with the Dope. Glad you are feeling a bit better
[sup]*I’m also an atheist[/sup]
When I was in the snakepit* I included you guys as yet another part of my support group. Well, not the denizens of The Pit, where I usually hang out. 
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- It was hellish! There was the same low-fat menu to choose from every day–if I had been there much longer I’d’ve shifted entirely to my typical breakfast of an English muffin, a fruit cup, and green Jello. Then there was the TV, ruled by Big Nurse. Okay, none of the nurses were particularly big, but they found The Simpsons too offensive to let me watch it so I was stuck watching basketball and hockey. No wonder I slept most of my time there. Well, because of basketball, hockey, and the opiates for my broken ribs.