I seem to be having one of those days when no matter where you walk and how carefully you think you're looking you end up stepping right in the middle of a big fat mess! Now it seems to be sticking to my feet and I'm carrying this smells awful thing right along with me so people are turning away before I can explain. I didn't make the mess!

Well doesn't matter anyway. I love Eons and I love the groups I'm in but it's one of those days I have to ask myself with all the BS I've been through in my life do I need to stick around in something that really doesn't matter so much to have my nose rubbed in it again?

Oh who am I kidding. Eons right now is very important to me. I felt like I've made some good friends and they are really my only friends. My fault? Maybe but I thought I had friends who by now knew the consequences of depression in a friend and were in it with me for the long haul. Christian friends!! My psychiatrist says that stronly religious (her word not mine) people are the hardest to treat for a mental illness because there well-meaning religious friends lay a guilt trip on them about how if they REALLY LOVED GOD they wouldn't need help from medicine. They don't feel that way about my heart or blood pressure medicines only the pyschotropic drugs. Tell you anything? It does me! They are usually suffering mental illness themselves but can't come out in the light with it because they don't want to be judged as crazy!

Mental illness is not crazy any more than diabetes or heart disease is crazy. Should people who have those stop taking medications? No! Then why should I?

Oh heck with it. I see I've gotten way off the subject as usual.