I know I am a good person. I am well loved and respected by my family, friends, peers and patients. I have a wonderful pet. I am doing well over-all. What makes me sad which is ironic is despite being surrounded by these miracles, the only person I want and live doesn’t care. I have consulted a psychiatrist friend about this and now undergoing psychotherapy. I’m also keeping myself busy so I can forget him. He has occupied my thoughts over time. I am sad.