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Thanks for shining a light on this. It’s interesting to hear others’ interpretations. I am — I don’t know? — what I call a functional depressive. Is that even a real thing? I go through life, I do the usual stuff and don’t slow down, there’s just so little joy for long periods of time, as if I’m wrapped in heavy cotton. I’ve never bothered to tell anyone, I suppose I should, but like so many things it just feels so onerous. It’s much easier to focus on those around me till the weight lifts again. Anyway, I wish you the best and I’m always here if it helps.