what I could not say last night was that I was having great difficulty sticking around. My life is going well. I should be okay. I’m not. I’ve had to fight - hard - for 47 years (since my first time at 8). I felt I could not be open and honest due to someone’s post. Sicker than others? I don’t consider a 47 year fight sicker than others. I consider it a should not be here now and should never have been. Yet, someone has to be strong and determined with nerves of steel to withstand that torment and create a successful life by every useful metric. I’ll be okay today. Last night, I thought I’d need IP IF I made it that far. I’ve been factual that sometimes you win and sometimes the depression does. We see it everyday. Today I win. Great. I am getting tired and weary. Thank you for listening. I needed to tell someone not in my other world. There I’m seen as unbreakable and unstoppable.