I don't use my online journal much anymore. Or my drawing table. Or even my full brain capacity. Actually I'd like to hire a replacement for myself. Someone please take over my life and any potential I might have had, and see what can be done. I want to know what happens next.
Some people have little devils or angels or bluebirds of happiness on their shoulders, but I've always had the fat goose of depression. He's really heavy, and he has nothing nice to say. Sometimes I work around him, and sometimes I let him tell me exactly what to do.
I've wondered if you are supposed to one day learn how to get the goose off your shoulder, or do you learn to make friends with it? I think I've always leaned more toward being friends and laughing about our misadventures together, even though he's causing all of them, and it's not really so funny.