Someone wrote to ask if I minded being taken off their DeadJournal Friends list. Now, I would always have said no, but I literally shudder to think of the storm of weeping - not to mention DeadJournal deletion, etc etc etc - that would have ensued if that question had been asked a certain amount of time ago.
Quite a long time ago, as it happens. But I can certainly remember being that person.
I'm glad I'm who I am. I'm not perfect, and I'm never going to be perfect, but I reckon I'm still moving forwards. I can take steps to protect myself from things I'd have run headlong into several months ago, and things which would once have upset me to a ridiculous degree now either don't bother me at all or only barely touch me.
Of course, some things still upset me to a ridiculous degree. But I'm working on it. ~smile~
You've mostly shown remarkable patience and I fear you may need to continue to do so, but I can't thank those of you who are still here enough for being so.
Obviously if you don't agree and think I'm backsliding and used to be much more sensible/exciting/interesting, you're welcome to say so. But I fully reserve the right to burst into irrational tears about it. ~g~
Edit: And I look good. Yay!