...about my sadness and worries about my safety as a mentally affected individual in Canada, especially out west. Every politician speaks of more cops. 

Hubby just got up upstairs. I feel very alone in my worries about my safety if I ever need mental health help again. It took about 13 years before there was any incident since last time. Two bad years out west. Maybe now peace until the end? Somehow I am a bit weary. Hubby shaved today, first time in a long while. He says he looks ten years younger! :)