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13 March 2008
Help me get through this weekend. So, my cousin committed suicide last May. He would have been 30 this Saturday. Um, help.
yeah, pie, we were close, especially as fucked-up teenagers. We were estranged for the last few years because he'd gotten into drugs and was asking for money and I refused to enable. (I offered help that wasn't taken, and then I frankly lost track of him as did the rest of the family.)
thank god my fiance will be back from his business trip tomorrow. I need to be held really, really tight.
I really don't know how I'm going to function at work tomorrow. I don't have any paid time off and can't afford to take unpaid time off. My boss is really, really understanding, but I don't want to be a fucking wreck all day.
Sorry desjardins. It's hard to be among the living. It sounds like you did all that was right. Life has sadnesses that reason can't contain. All comforts to you.
I really don't know how I'm going to function at work tomorrow.
Let tomorrow worry about tomorrow. Get as good a night's sleep as you can. Things look different on different days, and at different times of day. Breathe.
Alas, the power of internet hugs doesn't seem great enough to reach through the computer, but I'll give them to you anyway. And whuffles, too.
If you get to work tomorrow and you don't feel up to it, leave. Let your boss know what is going on. Family deaths always merit time off, but family deaths like these are particularly hard to bear. And I bet that even if you don't have any more paid time off, the boss will let this one slide.
Dogs & cats make good companions, and tomorrow your fiance will come home. And it sounds as if you're doing remarkably well at figuring out what you need to weather this painful date, and then asking for it. Good work.
Good night, desjardins. I hope your cats and dogs snuggle you sweetly tonight and give you plenty of comfort.
Big hugs for you, brother. It'll be 25 years this May since my dad did the same, and May STILL sneaks up on me and sucks. It's always hard for the survivors, no two ways about it. I remember that whenever I have been in the depths myself.
So, we're thinking of you. Try to do something life-affirming for you. Something that reminds you why you are glad you ARE here. Get outside on a sunny day, or clear night. Actually, so long as it's cold-ish where you are, put on some shorts tonight and go stand in your backyard, freezing. Or the rooftop. FEEL the world around you somehow. Eat a meal that you skip most often because it's too rich. And then, tilt your hat to the memory of those who couldn't make it, for one reason or another.