Estee is in Deep Crap

And for Estee to be in crap deep enough to say she needs help shoveling the crap, then it's a lot of crap.

I have realized that the crap metaphor is not respectful and will be retiring it now.

Look, Estee's a great writer and an intensely private person. I've always loved her work (she might recognize me as 'oh no not him,' but I'm not good at noticing that kind of thing) and I've always gotten the sense that her life is... tricky. It took her ages to add a patreon despite the fact that Trypich is absolutely amazing and dozens of people wanted to pay her money for it.

Furthermore, my Grandmother had a mental condition, not unlike Estee's mother has, and... my life was improved when she moved to a nursing home. One of the few things in Equiforce I really think worked was based on watching Mom deal with all this. Losing the mind is stressful even without the other various things Estee's dealing with. (Whose watching her dog? Did the poodle die?)

If she needs help, she needs help.