Tom, Jar, count me in on being there for you. Also agreed, no ink.
When it was driven home to me that my disease was psycological and not physical one, I sought out help with the VA. I was given a shrink. Shrink threw meds at me, how's your dog? How's your lawn, is the sky blue, for about three appointments and then, SURPRIZE!, new shrink. Says don't take those pills, take these, how's your dog........
Did this for a lot of years and didn't get real therapy until the Vet Center and now my private therapist. I embraced therapy (until they hit me with CBT but that's another story), I wanted this shit gone and to live a normal life. Talking about my dog and the color of the sky didn't cut it, so, I started educating myself on Vet boards and on the internet.
It's been a long, tough journey to find this place. This chorus of voices speaks volumes. What is it? Why do I? You learn what to do and what not to, just from the stories that flow on these pages. We older one's know many of the pitfalls and can steer the younger one's.
Thank you for this priceless gift you have given me.
Sarg