This is a story of Redemption.
At least I hope it is... will be.
So...
Where to start? The beginning is a dull, safe option but I can't bring myself to go that far back in time, so read the About This Blog box for the summary.
Oh and as the kids today say, Content Warning: Mental health, suicidal ideation, general bad stuff.
Ready?
Here we go then...
So in my last post seven years ago I may have hinted that not all was well in my gaming circle. A combination of people moving on with their lives, moving away, having their own problems that might have made them less fun to be around. Combined with a new job that turned out not to be as promised that was wearing me down and wearing me out. I had less and less time for gaming, except for a little bit of D&D played remotely over a Virtual Table Top. I was wilfully ignoring the trauma built up from my parents' passing and pushing myself more and more towards trying to make something positive out of the work situation.
Meanwhile the Black Dog stalked in the background biding its time.
Things fell apart in February 2020, a combination of physical health and what felt like betrayal at work. The Black Dog pounced.
I was 49 years old with what felt like no hope. Plans were made. I did not intend to ever be 50 years old.
Luckily, that was when the world decided to end.
