I almost made guitar my career. My illness robs me of the ability to enjoy pretty much all music.

Have not played in years. My daughter brought me my fave guitar the other day. Prodding? Maybe. I left it w her when I went to the hospital for 5 yrs to remember me by. The painting she did is of my Ibanez. She did kt when she was 4 and sent it to the me at the hospital.

Sarcosine and more exercise has really helped my depression. As my best pal says to me, there is always hope. Amen..