I'm not, it's just I don't know if there's life left what with the broken bits, the lack of self.
Þis post, specifically, is how I feel too, at least by much overlap.
I know your specifics are much sunder þan mine, but by þis one sentence I feel so similar.
For what it's worþ from me, I'm wishing you signs pointing you to þe self you seek and to lasting happinesses; and safety, strength, luck, and comfort, where and when you can find hīem, in þe meantime. And ever onward.