It was like confirmation from the universe that the old identity is no more.
I went to withdraw some money from the bank; and the computer would no longer recognize or accept my card.
So I had to get a new card to go along with my new identity.
So it's official! My identity has changed - only the name(s) remain the same. I would never part with my PWW that was so honorably bestowed upon me.
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*whew*.....dodged that bullet. You are Paints with Words.
Keep the smile kiddo. Seems to me that depression is a bit like alcohol or drug dependency.
As tough as it seems, sometimes it's necessary to hit rock bottom before you can really better yourself. That's the way it worked for me....
Remember that story about the donkey in the well...it's only up from here, you'll still get a little dirt on your coat....but...
Ain't it the truth. Thanks, Friend!
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