Mental Health Support

I read this post and kind of saw myself in your words. You “put everyone to bed” “then I grabbed some sleep”
You and I were “fixers” we took care of all others first, then find the next person we could make smile.
Mr Lewboski is correct. Pick up the guitar, or whatever. And let yourself go.
I have learned this last year, the Fixers, at some point , need to be fixed. We get tired, we just go and go to see a smile. We give and give, we never learned how to take in return.
I got to the point that I had no choice , but to ask for help. Now things are ok here. Hugh and I exchanged a couple emails here. I told him my hands can’t play piano anymore, I can’t sing if I can’t play. He was kinda the fixer for me.
Baldy, you rocked, you played , you fixed, you aged.
There is no shame in asking for a fix.
You earned the fix. You gave.
This world equals out, it is ok now for you to take.
Humbly,
KozandLilBit