Miss S took an overdose. 80 pills. She’s alive, but I have no details of how long they were in her system before they got
The thoughts passing through my brain aren’t making a huge amount of sense right now, I’m apparently spitting words out in a coherent fashion and
*** Update*** They have found her, she is apparently safe but I haven’t been given any more details at this point. Fingers crossed she gets
The fires (in our immediate area) are finally mostly under control, Hubby (he’s in the RFS) was out on the fire ground for a 14hr
It’s odd lying here staring at the ceiling unsure if it’s the last night you’ll ever spend in this room, in this house. The threat
I HATE not being able to fix things. I’m a fixer, that’s what I do. It’s my coping with chaos strategy: suck it up, see
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