frustration

Depression isn’t fun, or funny. It’s a slippery bugger, just when you think you’ve got a handle on it, it turns out it has you, instead. Perhaps I should preface this entry with: it may self destruct, faster than I can.

I suppose it’s good for me

First, how about a Twainism: We should be careful to get out of an experience all the wisdom that is in it — not like the cat that sits on a hot stove lid. She will never sit down on a hot lid again — and that is well; but also she will never sit […]