First, I’ve got some of the best readers in the entire world. \u00a0Yes, I’ve sent your comments, I’ve gotten messages via facebook.<\/p>\n
I’ve gotten emails.<\/p>\n
I’ve gotten comments from some friends on twitter.<\/p>\n
Right now, no, I’m not fine, but I’ll figure it out. I’m mostly already on the way there. \u00a0I just…I don’t want to talk to people right now.<\/p>\n
I had already figured out what I needed to do Saturday afternoon and I’d spoken with my parents. Yesterday, the idea was more clear. Some other things finally clarified, too. \u00a0My brother is sick, yes. But he’s also just plain mean and he’s not the kid I loved and wanted to protect. \u00a0You can’t protect somebody who doesn’t want it, won’t allow it. So I’m stepping away. Completely, fully. And I feel better. It’s a hard pill to swallow knowing you can’t help somebody you love, but at the same time, it’s a necessary one.<\/p>\n
I’m posting this part mainly because I know other people out there are dealing, have dealt or will deal with it.<\/p>\n
And it’s okay to step away. \u00a0You can’t make somebody accept help, or even accept your love. \u00a0It’s okay to let go. \u00a0Sometimes, it’s even necessary.<\/p>\n
Now I just have to come to grips with it and try to…I don’t know…grieve, I guess. It’s weird grieving somebody who is still here, but isn’t here. But that’s okay, too. \u00a0The man he used to be is gone, or he’s just so lost, he might as well be.<\/p>\n
I’m stepping back from social media for a while. \u00a0I’m going to focus on writing, on me, on my family. I might blog. \u00a0I might not. \u00a0I doubt I’ll respond to personal messages when I do log back on, mainly because I just to deal with this in my own way, then let it go.<\/p>\n
But I’ve seen your comments, your messages. \u00a0It means a lot.<\/p>\n
Thank you.<\/p>\n
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