We all know how the rush of journaling, blogging and commenting can be a blinding force. We order take out one night, then the next. Soon all the restaurants in our area know us by the last four digits of our credit card. There's a trail of laundry from the bathroom, through the hallway, into the bedroom. We start wearing the same pair of jeans three and four times. We pack a lunch for our dogs and send our kids to school with kibble and a bone. We fall into bed at some ungodly hour of the night and two hours later when we pass our computer on the way back from the bathroom, we get online just to see if anyone posted anything new. For some, chores and bills start to pile up. Friends "on the outside" start to worry. We don't see the signs. We think we can handle it. We've "got it under control." Until one day, tragedy strikes. And we, as a team, must gather in support of each other.
To our friends and loved ones - One of our fellow journal addicts has hit bottom and needs our help. It seems she's innocently forgotten to follow up on a minor infraction and now (thanks to Frank) she's shivering in her sleep, with one eye open anticipating her trip to the "Clinker" as Big Mama's b*tch.
Please send prayers and good thoughts to our sister as she stands tall, facing her fears and owning her part in this catastrophe. We're here for you SloMo! Fly and be free!