Good morning @Former-Member @Former-Member @Shaz51 @CheerBear @Faith-and-Hope and anyone else out on the ocean this morning,

Yay for not living on Venus. I had a good night's sleep and I am ready to keep on keeping on...whatever that may look like. 

I saw my turtle whisperer yesterday afternoon. She had previously assured me that she would be there for twelve months (which would mean until September next year). Yesterday she told me that she really has no idea when she will no longer be able to work with me in the way that we are. Thus I'm back to having absolutely no stability in my world. If my turtle whisperer and I can't find me a therapist before she moves on, then that will be it for me in terms of finding anyone to help me. I simply can't do it on my own anymore and my GP is totally out of ideas. Everything now hinges on my turtle whisperer and I being able to find someone before she leaves my world...and I have no idea how soon she is going to leave. The chances of me being able to find someone to help me are now microscopic. 

Another week has gone by and we've heard nothing from the potential TTT who is demanding payment to speak to my turtle whisperer. The weeks turn into months and the months turn into years. Two-and-a-half years have passed since I left Fred. The chances of me finding someone within the next few months before my turtle whisperer leaves my world are so so so SO small. 

I'm getting worse and worse by the day. My window of tolerance is near-zero and I barely speak to other people here in the real world. I so very badly need some support here in the real world. I so very very very badly do. 

Anyway, so that's what the storm was about last night. Super big thank you for riding the waves with me.