Asking

Ahhh well.

I seem to be at that point again.

Having to ask for help because I'm not managing.

At least I can see the signs and ask now.

The shortcut to sanity, instead of the long long looong slide into the depths.

It makes me sick to my stomach to know that I can't do it all by myself.

That I'm not managing.

That I have had a relapse - in many things, all bad.

But . . .

I will get help, and I will get better.