It is so strange that things have turned out like this...Mike paid for me to go to a new shrink (over $400) and would confide in me about his own anxiety issues Before he left, he started crying and was hugging me so tight. He said that I'd helped him so much and that I was like a sister to him. He is honestly the gentlest soul and EVERYONE loves him! He's the one that everybody knew they could count on, no matter what. I think that he needed to get away from being the "go-to-guy" all the time. I never burdened him with my problems, but did share my feelings and he'd do the same. He knew he could tell me anything w/o reproach. With me and him, it was an interchange of encouragement. I think many others were more likely to lean on him w/o ever considering his needs. Sigh. I guess that's why this has really puzzled me. I feel low all the time now. I feel almost like he's dead and I'm grieving.