To anyone out there who still loves Steve, I want you to know that he is alive. He battles mania every day - and has since June 2015. I am his wife. We live four hours from each other because I cannot yet deal with the mania and how it turns his mind against me. I just saw him this weekend. He's pretty disillusioned with life, love, and friendship. He still tries to make the world a better place, mostly in the realms of those who find themselves homeless. He's walked in those shoes many times and understands the challenges. Inside him is the heart that started this group, that kept it going through encouraging words and expressions of hope. If it's any consolation, he has recently said (with no little amazement about it), "I actually like myself." If he can do it, so can you!