This is prolly the place for this one.
Anyone who has suffered depression/anxiety knows the horrors of regrets. Fucking regrets! I had very severe dep/anx for one entire year before I found the correct drug about ten years ago.
My youngest of two sons has a radio show on his college radio station. I listen every time he is on by internet. Never missed a show in three semesters until two weeks ago. Fuck!
Not just any show I missed but a show dedicated to me. Double Fuck!
He played nothing but songs by bands that I turned him on to. He spoke of the concerts I took him to since he was six. He spoke of the times we went to the St Louis Symphony. He recalled the time we had shitty seats (for two songs) to Rush and ended up front.
He told me he loved me and played "the Garden" by Rush to finish to show. Triple Fuck! A song about how it takes a long time to nurture your reputation and only seconds to ruin it.
His show is at 10
0pm so he doesn't have to worry about FCC BS about language in the songs he plays. His show is for heavey metal nuts. I didn't sleep a wink the night before for no particular reason. I was fighting to stay awake for his show. I went to kiss the wife goodnight an hour before his show. I decided to lay next to her for a second and of course I fell asleep. He sent me a couple texted just before the show but my phone was in my office so I didn't hear it. I woke in a panic at about two in the morning. I texted, then called him at 2
0. He didn't seem too upset. My voice was quivering I was so upset at myself. I said I was so sorry and he seemed ok with it.
I started having anxiety effects. My head and neck were cold sweatng. I had a "vibration" throughout my body. I haven't had these symptoms in years. I went to sleep only because I hadn't slept the night before.
He called me the next day to see how I was doing. He could tell how upset I was. He reassured me he was not upset with me and went through his whole show as to what he played and what he said. We hung up as close as ever.
Fuck yes!