I see a profile of a red face, and a green monster face. The two seem to be dueling. In the alternative, I first saw a red butterfly, but still the green monster.
Your story reminds me a bit of someone I knew that I lost back in April, except there was no turn around for him. He ended up dying of health problems complicated by heavy drug use. Not trying to be dreary, just thinking how hard it is to swallow pride and ask for help. Thank goodness you did.
I'm not sure about this place, and frankly I'm glad I have little to lose at this point. On the bright side, we are honing our skills and getting good brain exercise off the work of posting, and in regard to your followers, in using the imagination. I hope you find a resolution for your stress soon.
There's always faces in the watermelon when one enjoys it on acid, I've heard.
I knew of a few back then who didn't make it out. Once you're dirty, you can't get a job, so you're stuck. I knew I needed help and as stubborn as I can be at times, I'll still ask for help when I need it.
Stress is part of life. Even when I'm coasting along, there's still stress. I like to spit it out with words. Seems to help.