It's hard, really hard. The problem is that it's progressive.
I have a relative who also suffers from it, and when I, in my right mind, had my coffee suspended for a few days and turned into a devil over a miserable cup of coffee, I decided not to bother my relative too much, because you suffer if you reach those levels.
Thank God we are not in those conditions, but for them it must be difficult to live like that. May God spare us, because a loss, an accident, a woman could lead us down that road, which is not pleasant at all.
What an honor that you come to share a bit in my experiences with the friends of the shire.
It is greatly appreciated.