Recently, things had been slipping out of my control in a variety of ways.
It all broke at once.
People were around for the break, and they wanted to help.
When they offered, I felt the impulse to push them away.
It felt like the problems were my cross to bear.
It feels like the intuitive, narratively correct thing to happen.
But it's not rational.
And rationality carried the day, by a small but real margin.
And now I'm seeking yet more help.
And I think it's working.
