I feel like a big old cat fish whose lived a long time. Now all I do is spend my time at the bottom of the lake occasionally coming up but mostly i'm too content to do anything new. I'm almost as old now as when my father was murdered. I was nineteen then. I'm forty two now and live in Korea. I'm a long way from home. I grew up in the south but ran away very quickly after the traumatic event. I fled to Alaska for sometime before settling down in Seattle. It wasn't really even a conscious decision but rather the situations present themselves and I was so numb and wanting to feel anything again that it seemed to make sense. Which brings me to the present. My demons still haunt me and I've pushed about as hard as I can to the ends of the earth and well here I am. Grey hairs are beginning to show and I'm a foreigner in a country on the other side of the world learning a new language wondering when it will get better. ;) I rock climb, practice wing chun, am a photographer, write short stories to flush out the anger, not afraid of therapist but I am to worried to see a doctor about meds, I keep a home made spread sheet to keep track of my daily activities so I won't forget to do them on time, I have a wife who is about the best person in the world( this might only be my personal opinion), currently i have two wiener dogs, and so much more but mostly this my be the first time i've reached out to a group of people with similar problems to mine. I look forward to giving and receiving help to the best of my abilities. Let me apologies in advance if I disappear for long periods of time with out checking in. That is my mode in most things. Concentration is a big problem for me and time tends to rush by with out my knowing of it. Aright, there you have it. I tip my hat to you all. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ.