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Hello, Rock Bottom.

The nice thing about hitting rock bottom, I gotta say, is that you genuinely learn who your friends are. Who's gonna save you, and who isn't. I have an astonishing number of friends. You hear yourself whining, and you can't stop, and you despise yourself for it, and they just keep listening. I first realized this during my divorce, of course, but I wasn't as far down, so it wasn't quite such an astonishing display of caring. They keep calling me and IMing me, and you guys have, of course, been very kind, despite the fact that I stopped being funny a couple of days ago and am now a sniveling wreck.  I feel loved.

The not-so-nice thing about hitting rock bottom is that glum realization that you have never been that good a friend to anyone, you never called anybody three times a day to see if they were okay, you didn't exactly shirk from uncontrollable weeping, but you sure didn't court it, and in short, that if you were your friends, you'd be totally boned.

Fortunately in life, as Granny Weatherwax would say, sometimes we get things we don't deserve.

I promise now, O blog of my confessions, that when this is over, when I finally crawl out of this dark hole...I'll be a better friend when my own friends sink into despair, and I will offer them couches and chocolate and take them out to coffee and IM them constantly. 

I promise.


I can't imagine for a moment that any of your friends think that you aren't just as important to them as they are to you. Or that you haven't been there for them when they needed it.

Plus you make art that would perk anybody up. Much better than coffee.

"Plus you make art that would perk anybody up."
So true!!

Fortunately in life, as Granny Weatherwax would say, sometimes we get things we don't deserve.
My favorite Pratchett character, even though (or maybe because) she wouldn't be able to stand me. ;) Good luck, and I hope things are better for you soon.

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By coincidence I happen to have been unwrapping a chocolate bar as I read this. Hershey's. With almonds. Here, have some--have the whole bar. Rock bottom certainly requires it.

I like Granny Weatherwax. I think she would probably go muck out the goat shed at times like this, but seeing as you don't have a goat shed, then the chocolate will have to do. ;)

Don't be so hard on yourself. You're a good person going though hard times.

*offers hugs*I can't offer much more, but the hugs are there.

*hugs* It's those points that teach you things about yourself and the people you know. The good people are the ones who learn from the experience and apply it later on.

I've long thought that, through the course of life, one must at least once be the one who falls apart, and at least once be fallen apart on. You need to see both sides. (I also think one should also be both the sloppy drunk who needs to be taken care of, and the person taking care of the sloppy drunk.)

There are a variety of breaking points. I've learned a lot from the times I've hit the wall. Sometimes, the universe hands you a surprise that gets you out. Sometimes you just have to pull back and regroup. Once in a while, you wind up having to let someone else drive for a while. All of this is a bit easier when you realize that everyone hits points like this. It just means that you're human.

I'm just a fan. I don't know you personally (though from your journal I'm sure I'd get along with you well in person). If I were anywhere near where you are, I'd be offering more direct help. Since I'm nowhere near you geographically, the best I can do is offer virtual hugs and sympathy. And I really hope that things get better soon!

You know, sometimes it's rock bottom that gives us a point of reference for the past and the future.

Because I have been there and I know what's down in Rock Bottom Land and it's dark, stinky, and ugly but there's always just one way to go and that's up.

I don't IM, I don't call because we are practically strangers but if you ever need a copy of MST3K's Canada Song, I'm more than happy to send it to you. It might help you find a smile.

you just keep being you, Ursula & i'm quite sure that will be enough.


You do a great deal for people through your art. I've had a bad day improved immeasurably by one of your homicidal hamster sketches, just as a random example.

And remember, for all the people who are leaving you well wishes here, there are likely just as many more wishing you well silently, too. *hugs from Ian and I*

Your art helps me get through stuff...
the Homicidal Hamsters... and the framed print of The Spring flamenco (dancing pig)... and a ton of other pieces... they just make me smile.

Wishing you all the best! Always!

Preach it to us Rock-Bottom Chorusters! We will sing along faithfully, and in tune. =3

As you said... it takes a crisis sometimes, to show us are friends, and a real doozy to make us see how WE can be better friends. At least you have gotten some very positive lessons in all of this!

And don't you worry, your friends AND fans will be rooting for you.

You're the independent one everyone wishes they were, hon. You do so much without realizing it, just by sending your artwork out into the Internet wilderness. You remind us not to take things quite so seriously and that the most prosaic things have a darkly humorous side.

Hang in there. We're not going anywhere; we'll send coffee down into the Well and make sure you're still ok. We DO care, even those of us who don't know you personally.