Thank you so much, wiretwister. It means maybe more than you can imagine.

I am sorry it is so hard to read. Thanks for trying.

I am stable, myself, try to be respectful, be supportive and be and stay optimistic, and I feel utterly destroyed.

I seek no limelight, but somewhere to—really—belong. This was probably the last corner of the world.

Possibly for the first time since childhood, stable and in sorrowful tears.

Thanks again, dear friend.