Well, that was a disater...

The good news is it did not rain while I was in the woods. I had good fortune in where my tent got placed, in actual woods and on the outskirts of the main camp. The tree that was directly overhead was a mature redbud, and I spent hours memorized by the canopy. There were some very pretty garden patches that I got to wander through, and I was delighted to recognize most of the plants...disappointed I didn't get a chance to ask about the ones I didn't know. The ponds had tiny little frogs that got brave if you sat quietly long enough.

But given that this was Tryst...well, the bad news is I spent the majority of the time in solitude observing the natural gems and trying very, very hard to keep a handle on the internal panic and emotional craze. I haven't been exactly stable for a while now, and for me, Twisted Tryst was about as nightmare-ish as it could get without it being intentional. Within 24 hours of arrival, I had a fairly complete emotional collapse. In the following seventy-two hours, I tore off Beloved's key, made a wreck of the remaining shreds between Rain and myself, disappointed and cut off Sir, and blew off Malifeo and SpiritualPennies.



I am a mess and it is serious enough that I am looking into the mental health facility in the morning. I am not sure how that will go, but if I am committed, it might be a couple of weeks before I see my computer again. I don't know what else I can say. For now, I am putting pixie to sleep and seeking out help with the wreckage of my life. *sigh* It's not the end...but I almost wish it was just plain over.