You use the word "ambivalent" in original thread---which makes me feel that you feel that perhaps there is some hope for "better"? Yeah-it has to get "better".- It better get better!!! Sometimes it's just a teeny bit better. (not enough-but there it is)

"Will there really be a morning?, Is there such a thing as day?" I've forgotten the rest of the words to the poem so i'm lame in the head.-----the sun comes up every day (damn it-I hate that most days!), and it goes down every night--time just keeps on going on--whilst we hurt---but know this: You are not alone in your private hell------I'm in my own private hell next door----(((((HUGS)))))-we'll break out one day.