Inky, you’ve scared me to death. But, as I’ve been through this repeatedly. I’ve checked. He’s laying on his mother’s guest bed sleeping all day. It used to be a flop house where I was sure he was drinking but, just sleeping and going to AA. He certainly does need a shrink, but I’ve got him to agree to go to a Dr at least on Thursday to see if the Doctor thinks he needs a shrink. He has tried both fluoxetine and sertraline in the past and reacted really badly. I think he is scared.

Peace, oddly enough we moved to Florida last year for exactly that reason. They have just checked his Vitamin D is still low even though we are south of the subtropic line and he is homozygous for a condition that makes him prone to alcoholism and depression.
Your advice about men is extremely relevant. I want to respond “it’s just depressed, lumps on the couch, that bug me” but as that is his uncle, grandfather, and dad I speak of I need to find a way to appreciate what they do accomplish for his sake.

I’m going to write some today. I saw Wild yesterday and spent half the day crying. I was in that campsite when Jerry Garcia died. LOL, its a small world. I’ll tell you guys how it went. I am still flummoxed on the whole how do you get a job, pay bills, and still have money left after childcare. And, I am still fighting for each breath. Had no idea there was so much energy trapped in my chest. But, I can write. I can barely stop myself. Love and Blessings for your responses.

“The universe, I’d learned, was never, ever kidding. It would take whatever it wanted and it would never give it back.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail