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And I’ve had it all my life. When I was a kid, I would have spells when I’d cry over trivial things. Weather. Mild criticism. Someone not responding when I said their name. And I’d get lectured for being overly sensitive. (Gee, thanks.)

It’s come and gone over the past fifty (Jesus!) years. I’m medicated now. I have a wonderful wife, two outstanding stepchildren, and for the most part a pretty good life.

And my f—king brain won’t let me enjoy ANY OF THAT right now, the sh—-y thing in my head keeps screaming “YOU ARE OLD AND DYING AND THE WORLD SUCKS!” at me. I want to go to a psych ward and get doped up to the point of comatose. But that would ruin the holidays for a lot of people.

Yes, I’ve seen my doctor, he’s increased my dosage. He’s recommending online therapy for my sh—-y obsessive thoughts. Maybe I’ll do it.

Thank you for reading. You all help me very much by letting me know there are people facing much bigger problems with a strength I could never summon. I want you to know I admire you, and you aren’t alone. If and when I shake this bout of sh—-iness, I’ll still be thinking of you. May you all stay strong.