For what seems like the first time in ages, free time and good energy and (relative) Headache relief coincided enough for me to be able to spend the last several hours contentedly writing Charley Project updates, twelve of them.
I am particularly pleased with the Amber Hoopes one. I had some stuff on her from NamUs and then realized I had never altered her casefile in the whole seven years the Charley Project has existed, so I Googled her name to see if I could find anything. I found things in abundance, in particular a website her grandparents made about her disappearance. The Hoopes updates lead to my updating Stephanie Crane‘s casefile too; since those two cases share a suspect, they also shared a lot of the same details for the “circumstances of disappearance” section.
If only nights like this could still happen at the rate that they used to. But! I have an appointment to see a neurologist in Cleveland on Tuesday and it looks like the ever-elusive I-Match Program will at last come within my grasp. I think this appointment is the final, or close to the final, hoop that I have to jump through before I get my name on the waiting list. And then it’s just a matter of, well, waiting.
Because the Headache has for the past fifteen months been such a powerful malevolent force in my life. It makes me feel nostalgic for the days when all I had to worry about was severe depression and resulting suicidality, or horrific bullying at school, or academic problems, or all the backstabbing petty fighting in my family, or all of these at the same time… all of these seem to pale in comparison to this entirely different kind of misery. I must needs get into I-Match because it is the greatest weapon that I know of to fight the Headache. One of us has got to go.
Good luck on Tuesday. You’re one tough woman, Meaghan.
Hang in there, Lady. You’ve got this.