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Dear Reader,

I'm at a low point. I wish I could just stop everything. I can't see the point of the exercise anymore.

I don't know what I should do. I'm pretty sure I'll just go to sleep, get up tomorrow, go to work and keep on. But I'm not doing it for me. I'm keeping on so that others won't be sad; my Dad, my sisters, nephew, a few (very few) friends, shrinks. But, frankly, there's nothing in it for me anymore, that I can discern. I don't see a future, or happiness or comfort; just more angst, anxiety, sadness and lonliness.

Solitary life in the Big Apple, I guess.

Catbird