I was just thinking that today. I am a totally changed person. Indeed, it is as though I have a new, warped and twisted brain that can only remember that past through a nostalgic lense that causes more grief. If not for my precious little girls and wife (who's about at the end of her rope), the existential question really is--if I am a completely changed and different person, why indeed do I need to be here at all? Esp. now that I feel like one of the things in life that meant the most to me might be coming to an end--my job. And then how the hell do I support my family.