Like others here, I have stared down that dark, dank pit and felt that I simply could not go on. It is undoubtedly a wretched place to be.
T2's quote:
Quote: He's like that deer in the headlights stuck in the middle of the road as the 18 wheeler comes bearing down on him at 60 MPH. He knows he needs to run to one side of the road or the other but his FEAR of not making it safely across keeps him frozen in place. > YOUR H is afraid of what's on the other side of YOUR road.
I think there is validity in those statements My own experience seems to bear that out.
You are a stellar DBer and have extended your self with much grace. Perhaps it is time to do nothing until the fog lifts enough so that you can see with some measure of clarity - your own pathway?
