APT MANAGER GAVE ME A CARD

Found a card under my door a couple hours ago asking if i'm ok....really; card asked if I'm ok.

Me in semi-seclusion; today two weeks that I got xanax, after cursing like the demonic kid in The Exorcist (which I even watched a  week ago to hear how disgusting cursing is)----cause another tenant in building 2 weeks ago Sunday put the "dog urine kills tree" sign I bought under my door, when I was trying to save the dying tree.

For days its hasn't been about that hateful person----but me hating my own self for how I behaved; like the saying goes: It's not what happens but how you respond to it."

Me hiding a rock right now is best for me, till I forgive myself.  I appreciate the card from the manager, but of course crazy (cuckoo cuckoo) me feels guilty for for the card. :}