You sound like I love you, Sharon. The last thing I wanted to do was make you responsible for trying to help or fix me when you had the rest of this place and a system I build to fail riding on your shoulders.
I don't feel better. I'm better, now, I think. I've come to terms with it at least. I've spent a lot of the last few months retreating from people -- from you -- but I know that's not fair.