I am sensitive to clinical depression. and nasty germs and disease trying to take over an outlook, a body. I truly truly am. I am traveling that road myself, with trolls under bridges and dragons to slay. what i was saying was more of a fascinated epiphany within myself…that when i feel my steps slowing, the chango-matic of my outlook could be achieved. i ab.so.lutely did not mean to suggest that y'all are big fat fakers or lazy or enjoying a romp through the muck of despair. you know me better, and i thank you for that. i also thank you for sticking by me in the worst of times and in the best of times. it's often harder in the best of times - nothing is worse than feeling down, and being around folks who are whistling a happy tune, right?
i'm in the middle of an epic re-purge, and Henry just mistook the cat for a tough toy, so it's time to go.
(from Taproot)
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