I am 42 years old and have very rarely completed anything that I have started. There are a long trail of bad decisions and trauma behind me. I'm sitting here now, in as close to isolation as I'd care to be, facing all of my baggage. As someone that relies on my humor to get me through the tough times, this is a problem. Who am I going to make jokes to now? Who is going to laugh when I hit a rough patch and awkwardly make ill timed jokes...... Like telling people to "Grieve and go" at my Dad's funeral because things were getting too emotional. Yes, you read that right....I did that. The answer is no one. I am sitting here looking in the mirror, reflecting on all the trauma that I've swept under the rug and joked away one day at a time for forty years. No one is here to laugh. Well... except me, but that would look more crazy than I actually am. It's quite comical within itself if you think about it... well, to me it would be. People wonder how the seeming...