This is one of those days when I feel unconnected to the rest of the human race. Quite certain that I am never really going to live normally. Days like this I just want to stop all the useless therapy and get a job painting houses and forget about potential and well-being and all that stuff. I've been trying to get normal for 32 years or so, and every time I thought I had my s**t together, the bottom fell out. Life is really just about getting through it. I've never heard anyone admit it, but I am starting to believe that relationship skills not learned in childhood can not be taught to someone pushing 50. There are internal connections that just don't stick. Blah Blah Blah...etc and so on...