You know, I could say that my last post was written by my evil twin, Dwight. The thing is, I'm an only child so I don't think could make that stick.
I don't think racism has anything to do with my predicament. It took 24 hours and the haze of depression to tell me otherwise.
That said, that doesn't mean I'm feeling better about my predicament. I just know that the reason behind it was wrong.
I'm not going to go into my thoughts here at this point. Actually, I think it might be time to seek some wiser counsel. Just keep me in your prayers.