That’s the whole theory/practice argument, though I appreciate what you are saying. It is repetitive, it is hard to verbalise… and I was brought up to not share… that people have their own problems, they don’t need to hear my crap… and that’s exactly how I look at it: “my crap”.

Reminds me of the lyrics from that old Bobby McFerrin song:

“Cause when you worry
Your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down”

As for specific help… hard to really differentiate what kind of ‘help’ you want when in deep depression or an anxiety attack… it’s either a cascade of chaotic thoughts crashing into each other… or just nothing, dark empty nothingness.

Meh

Sorry, not in a very good place today.

With the wife, I’m just going to make her aware if it’s a bad day… ask for a hug if I need it (this is something she’s much happier with than trying to reason with me) and try to do more things with her.