Meager Food For Souls Forgot

"Now listen to this, I'll tell you about the heartache 

I'll tell you about the heartache and the loss of God 

I'll tell you about the hopeless night 

The meager food for souls forgot 

I'll tell you about the maiden with wrought iron soul"

My journey to a place of happiness began just over seven years ago.  It was my wife's idea to go to therapy, which remains for me to this day just one example of the good she brought into our lives.  She knew something needed to be done.  I resisted initially -- not necessarily vocally, but certainly by inaction -- for the main reason that I did not want to share with anyone the intimate details of my lousy marriage.   But, in due course, I decided that I really needed a third party to pass judgment on my sanity.  A little over a month later, my wife decided that she had enough of therapy, and I stayed.  I'm still there now.  And when I look back to this dark time, this dark night of the soul that lasted for almost fifteen years, it seems like another man's life.  I look at him with compassion and kindness, just the way I look at my children in their moments of pain and frustration.  With help, I extended my hand to myself, in the way one would help a dear friend, and we began our walk towards Paradise Garden.  He's wonderful company, I'm happy to report, and really funny.