M'Aidez!

Now I really think I should have done what they told me months ago: find a professional help. I have always thought friends are better help then any professionals. Now I doubt it. Friends get pissed off with you. Friends get bored with you. Friends get tired with your helplessness. Friends have limits to stand your hysteria. Friends are not there to bear your stupidity. Friends get impatient with your inability to ask questions properly, your incompetence to express yourself correctly. Friends have their own problems which most of the time they will never share with you, for some reasons, or for no reasons. So, professional help it is.

After some googling and some calling, a man got through. He named the price and I had my hundredth heart attack: EIGHTY POUNDS PER HOUR. Oh my, the price that I have to pay just for being my-wicked-helpless-self. I think I will just give it a try. Anyways, the me I know worth a hell lot more than eighty pounds per hour. At least I know I have done EVERYTHING to get through this stage of life. I don't even know the difference between humbled and humiliated now. Just bring it on then, get me some help. Carpe diem.