I had 2 anchors holding me to this world. 1 was my cat. He was my best friend. When I went through my nervous breakdown he was there trying his best to make me feel better. I had to put him to sleep about 2 years ago. Somehow I managed to survive that anchor breaking. When my 2nd anchor goes I don't know if I can or even want to survive that.

The 2nd anchor is my wife. Now the chain on that anchor is quickly weakening. I have screwed up big time. Now the chain that is holding us together is under a lot of strain. I have so many thoughts going through my head right now. Most are not good.