My wife and I separated at the end of October. I became busy with survival issues immediately - my health is poor and I was homeless throughout most of the Winter. The physical stress led to two (more) heart attacks, two bouts of the flu and eventually pneumonia. Psychologically, I became as unstable as I've ever been - a well managed dissociative disorder suddenly became unmanageable and I've been struggling with the worst case of depression I've ever had...and I've been diagnosed with major depressive disorder for the better part of thirty years refusing meds. I agreed to start meds two weeks ago for the first time - so that kind of bad. A couple of months ago I secured housing and have been gaining some strength back...trying to concentrate on me. I got a text message this morning at 11:37am:

Didn't even know I was in the middle of a divorce. Came as quite a shock.