My name is Nanci
I'm a 51 year old, mother of three. My oldest son died in 2005, my other two have grown up, and gotten on with whatever they managed to keep intact.
For 2 years I have been sitting in my room, doing the grieving mother thing to the ninth degree. I've been to shrinks, group supports, and blogged my heart out. But here I still sit.
So, now at 51, I find myself with end stage liver diease, (from Hep C), treatment resistance depression, all alone (I've been a single parent for the last 15 years), misanthropic, and terrified this is how I'm going to die. Alone, in the puddle of misery I've been wallering around in for far too long. It ain't pretty.
Knowing that you can have the will to live, but not to die, leaves you to realize that this hopeless, sad, pointless life can go on forever and ever.
That's when I found out about the Burning Man. No such thing as coincidences, so I felt this was something I had to do. To save myself.
I've been sitting here in my room, waiting for someone to come take me by the hand and lead me out of the dark side into the light, but, no one ever comes. I've made it this far into the light on my own, but it's taken a lot, and, I sure could use some help and advice on what I should do next.
Maybe this is one of those "too much info" errors, I was just trying to get out as much as briefly as possible. So....what words of wisdom do you have for me??????[color=red]