Some of you may have noted that I did not post over the weekend as is my custom. I was somewhat removed from it all on Saturday and as I was decidedly depressed and down in the mount, I chose to not share that with you.
It is bad enough that I have to endure it, why push it off on your readers.
So I chose to take a day or a weekend away from it. I am somewhat bewildered by depression, all of my life, I have been told men have it made. Makes me wonder why I am in the dumper. More …
Such is life, devoid of Prozac.
A great many people use this medium as some sort of emotional dumping ground, a repository to store their anger, disappointments, all their bad days. I don’t believe that was what it was designed for, so I just chose to take some time away from it and get some R&R.
On some days, I feel like I am living on a one-way, dead-end street, and I wake up and wonder how it is that I got here? So as Frazier Crane, my much beloved television shrink used to say, “I just went in search of my happy place.”