I just wanted to add a few words about comforts…people have various ways to seek for the comfort. I won’t even attempt to list them here – there are so many! For me my comfort place is - music. She is my depressant, my hiding place, my close friend, intimate mate, who always have the right words in the right moment…the headphones become part of my hair style and if I stepped out of the house and discovered I forgot my ipod, I would return for it. I am crazy enough to like my music very loud. So that you’d feel as if you are in the middle of it…so that you actually feel the percussions within your cells, the vibrations going throughout your body…when the music exists inside you, around you, about you…creating that elusive hide-out, where you feel comfortable…numb