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Intervene.

Yesterday three of the people closest to me spoke with me about their concerns. I'll admit, they were my concerns also. But it felt so compelling to hear them say the same things I'd been saying to myself--only now with much less snark and sarcasm and deprecation as I'd used.

They were concerned with things like my life's lack of order, goals, self-respect, and other stuff. Some things I hadn't quite gotten around to beating myself up over but hearing their concern was no less compelling because of that. Like personal hygiene. How often on days off I'll just forego a shower here or there. (It's my day off, I can be a dirty bum right?? Except that, more often than not, it's part of something broader and even less savory--a general lack of drive, self-respect, and ambition for the day. So I guess they had a point in bringing it up, eh?)

They also wanted me to know they're there to help. That's kinda a terrifying offer for me; I guess I'm still pretty bad at asking for help. Half the time I don't even realize I need help nevermind need to ask for it. I guess it's good to know they're there, at least, for when I can ask for help. For when I do.

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