I have stopped taking me meds. I am worse than I was 10 years ago when all this blew up. The last 3 years I have been in a steady decline.
I used to write Blogs and journals.
Thousands of pages of my journals have been given to others… not one single response, or question. When I ask, the reader says there was “nothing new”. No questions, no comments.
People read my Blogs… there have been some comments. But no-one… NO-ONE has EVER tried to talk with me about what I wrote. Not my wife,… not anyone. It is always left to ferment in my mind.
Why bother writing?
This was my last hope of reaching out. My last hope for finding someone who actually care enough to talk with me about all this… these years of Blogs.
No one cares.
Ramblings of an Agoraphobe 
I am always willing to talk with you. I read every blog. I just don’t always feel like I have anything to add that would be of benefit or helpful. I should have realized that commenting in itself might have been of benefit, regardless of what the comment said. I am sorry for that. But I do read each one and I do care.
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you are good to me… but that is not your responsibility. I am tired, and alone all the time.
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It doesn’t change that I am always willing to talk, read, listen, etc.
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