Clinical

Well then. This has been interesting. I apparently chased off the one person who was really here supporting me. That shit blows because guess who was still here this morning.

So I did some shit today and talked to some people, and I have things happening tomorrow.

I spent a great deal of time on the phone with a lady in Vermont. She was actually making me insane. I was explaining things and what was happening and trying to get everything clear.

I told her all the documentation was on the website and whatnot and whatever. I just kind of gave her the website.

The thing didn’t go through, but that was expected. That’s cool. Tomorrow is another day, and time zones exist. It is what it is.

I was trying to keep everything together and not get emotional or upset or anything. Just keep it at fact after fact. Dry. Clinical. It’s just better for me that way.

She called me back with the decision and the information. And then she said,

“I just want to tell you thank you for what you’re doing for other women.”

I just started sobbing.

I don’t even know what I’ve done so far, but goddamn, that was good to hear—that I’m doing something.

I am going to survive this toxic mess, and I am going to change something. I have no idea what or how or any of it. But I can do something. And if anyone would just do something, imagine the changes we can make.