I just read your last post about being so profoundly tired of it all and it hit me like a truckload of bricks.
So much of what you said spoke of those things I have locked away in a shadowy little room behind a door with "do not open" scrolled on it.
I believe that those deep and relentless feelings are causing the constant burn of anxiety I feel coursing along with my blood and etching it's way across my face.
It's good that you have the ability to express your anguish so well, to put the dark things on the table and look at them squarely.
Maybe that is why you are able to be so positive too.
