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Yup. breathing is where I always start.

You are so spot on. Spent time on the couch with my wife. Cleaned chicken coop. Did a lot of physical things. I appreciate your post.

Super computing center inside a former church.

I have an excellent counselor. This is not anything but a chemical thing. Don't shit on me because problems.

I have. It's not that. Brain deficiencies and all that.

Suffering guys. No reason. Just depressed. And super high anxiety. I have no reason to feel these things. It feels idiotic to me that I'm feeling this, and that just gets me more down. This shit is fucking awful. My kids are all doing really well. My wife is thriving in her job and at home...

How tall are you? I'm 6'2" and I think that would be terribly uncomfortable for me.