So the pain is still there; that which combined various events over years and became the monster I was facing. All that has changed is the degree at which I can separate myself from it. I guess I'm looking at long term with happy pills and counseling. It's sobering to know just how near that monster is, even after all the efforts over the last 12 months. Certainly I'm far from being independent as I used to be, and will likely need support for years to come. Such I guess was the extent of the mental collapse.
Those words from U2 are particularly meaningful at times like this:
And if your glass heart should crack And for a second you turn back Oh no, be strong Walk on, walk on What you got, they can't steal it No they can't even feel it Walk on, walk on Stay safe tonight...
Well, enough of that. I'm off to the pub for a few beers :)