As my brother in his more lucid moments would suggest: “reach out”
It’s quite evident that the troubles I’ve been having recently don’t seem to be going away with management strategies or working out (twice yesterday, with a total of 30mins of calm in between) or drinking (more problem than solution, I know).
I will turn to the Beatles to explain the next step:
What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song
And I’ll try not to sing out of key
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Reaching out could be the answer. More likely, I could fall, I could crash and I could burn. I am hoping that even if that happens, I will be around love.