Every time I hear Paul say, "You're not alone," or read it, is kind of amazing. It's relief, but not from burden. It's sorta... recognition.
It causes me to take a deep breath, which is relaxing... but it still feels like there is work that needs to be done, or progress to be made. The weight in my chest is still there.
I do have an online presence... as some of you meddling kids have guessed; I'm not Marty Flipman.
Half of what I do can be seen at www.kenthibado.com
(hidden in there is a clue to my real name)
The other half is best exemplified by the various screeds found at http://hubpages.com/profile/Ken+Thibado
(an even easier clue)
Here's the rub... and this is very real to me. You people are the only ones, other than my wife, who know I deal with... well, what we all deal with here. I'm not really interested in hiding it, I've just never owned it before.
At any rate... that felt good too.