...took months of me overworking and doing good deeds. I was already ill by the time I skipped work to go beg for sandwiches (it happened once, I ran out of money and could not pay for my sandwiche. The rest of the times, I bought falafels for hobbos) to give to beggars....ah ah ah...I was getting stressed out at my sick kids reasearch assistant positions during some afternoons...I came back and stayed until 8-9pm, doing phone calls. Anyway, i was letting myslef get very lost that year and eventually my parenst came to bring me to quebec to a good place , a ture sanctuary really for a month. I got back on my feet after that.