A few days ago, I posted about people tracking me. I had a very long talk with my wife last night about what’s going on. I’m fighting these damned voices and some paranoia. I got overwhelmed about living here with my brother-in-law, and melted down. We’ve just received a little unexpected cash boost, and we are going to use all of it to get the f*ck out of this damned house. Hopefully just a few more weeks to go. Just a few more weeks, hopefully no more than 6 weeks. That’s 42 days. I can do this.
I’d also like to take a moment to thank a very nice and kindhearted person on here who reached out to help. Without their help, the past few days might have been worse. I’m not going to mention their name, but if they’re reading this, I’d just like to thank them profusely, and acknowledge I appreciate the help very much.
I’m seeing my pdoc in about 9 hours. I put a call in to her, and she wants me to come in. Gotta keep fighting, gotta keep fighting.
I am happy for you. You know better than me if someone really is tracking you. And what a big mistake, I thought you were mentioning safe browsing on the Internet --sorry for my comment on that thread the other day.