Sorry to all who were more prompt in their response than I in mine, but my youngest boy caught the Flu over the weekend (I guess) and I had him at the doctor yesterday, which is as painful for Dad as for son, especially when he believes he's not that sick. But I went to my PCP yesterday afternoon after getting Noah fixed up and besides having the Flu he has, I had this discussion you guys have suggested and encouraged of me and I am getting set up with a psychiatrist but don't have appointment yet. I have to have additional therapy because my June stroke left me with less control of mouth and certain facial muscles that have been around for months now but have just now started getting worse, especially biting my tongue and cheek. And not being able to completely close the left side of my mouth (hidden largely by my beard) causes me to drool incessantly, a habit I find nasty but also fortunately hidden by my beard. So I have to start speech therapy and another type I can't recall. But I am trying to get it right. I have always been a man of strong and active faith, but even I know that once you make it to the right track in life, you will get run over, or taken over, if you just sit there. Like I tell my kids, it's why faith without works is dead. I am so glad that this site exists. I just realized how much of my own faith I had left out to rot.