I'm sleeping a little better these days. Still not normal through. I still want to go be with Mom. It's been only seven months and it feels life 20 years. I can't remember what it was like to be happy. It's almost as if that was someone else's life, not mine. I have a doctors appt on Friday. Gonna try to get some anti-depressants. Don't know if that'll help, but unless something changes, I won't see the end of the year.