This is a repost of something from about a year ago, but I always wanted a proper place to post my story, in case it helps anyone. One thing is for sure, it was the success stories that gave me hope. The tiniest little shred. With that one little shred, like a pearl, you can build it up into something significant. It worked for me. I have other posts dotted around here that tell different aspects of this same story. I still have T; I just don't care about it. I can hear it now. But only cos I'm writing this. If you're reading this and wondering "how the f*ck can you not care about it??" then I can only tell you that I felt the same when I read a similar account in the midst of my deepest despair. However, it was that tiniest grain of hope.