Unless you’ve walked in the shoes of a person with major depression, and have experienced the kind of lives they live, you probably don’t have a clue about what their daily lives are about. And with the arrogant attitude of some folks who say things like, “Just get over it.” Well, those types of people who say things like that are mean spirited turd buckets who are so self absorbed with dressing their ego that they don’t care about anyone but themselves.

In a country like America, everyone should have opportunities to make their lives better. There are so many government funded programs for so many different things now days, but very few are to really help those with mental disabilities. The arrogant types with the get over it attitude, could really care less about human beings who have these types of issues that they have to deal with on a daily basis. I suppose they would just as soon see the government lock all the mental health folks up in cages until they can load them all onto Apollo Space Shuttles and send them to the moon.

Has America changed? Or is this attitude been here from the beginning when the ruling government stole this land from the American Indians? That law of the jungle thing, is cruel and down right mean and only shows just how evil some human beings can be. Unless your driving a big fancy car and smell like money, you become a 2nd or 3rd class citizen.

And concerning the rights of American citizens, well, your rights are determined by how much money you have. If you are rich you have all kinds of rights and privileges. But if you don’t, then your at the bottom of the barrel. Heck, you can even murder your wife if you live in California and get by with just paying a fine if you have lots of money for lawyers. Lawyers are not lawyers because they care about what is right and what is wrong. They are lawyers for one reason only. And that is to make money. They will defend murders, and rapists, and every other kind of scum that has the money to pay for their services. Their god, is the god of green.

And now America has someone living at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue who calls himself president who was not born in America. And the American judges don’t seem to give a rip. But us crazy folks know that they don’t care because they have been bribed by the Pay Masters of Muslim OIL Dollars. Yes, that is exactly what is taking place here in this country. The Jihad Muslim Terrorists have put one of their own in the office of president and much of America is in D-Nile so deeply about this, you’d think they were all living in ancient Egypt.

Even as bad as things are right now for many people, it appears that things are only going to get worse. How worse? Extremely worse, very bad, very, very bad. Imagine this if you will. Some day in the near future you will see airplanes flying over head dropping leaflets down that will read, “Give yourself up to the new regime or face death.” The Pay Masters of Muslim OIL Dollars have infiltrated America and they want to destroy America and turn it into a Muslim country. If you don’t believe this, then think for a moment, why Barry Soetoro a.k.a. Barack Hussein ObuMer bowed and kissed the ring of kiNg Abdulla of Saudi Arabia who is the main funder of Jihad Muslim Terrorism against America, Israel and the entire world.

We’ve been had.

A group of people are all sitting around in the waiting room to see the psychiatrist. Uncle Jack Nicholson stands up and looks at them and says, “Maybe this is as good as it gets.” What a horrible thought, if this is as good as it gets. What if it is? What if everything is down hill from here and it is only going to get worse and worse until finally, nuclear bombs start going off in your living room and your microwave begins tracking and recording every move you make, and sending that information back to Janet Napala-Nero in Washington D.C.?

Recently I have been telling myself that I need to get up earlier in the morning, instead getting up at what has become my usual time close to noon. I have been trying this for several days now, but with no luck. I wrote on a piece of paper, Go To Sleep By 10:00 PM, and taped it on the wall above my computer to help remind me. I figured that if I could go to bed early, that I could start getting up early. In theory perhaps this method is workable, but with my depression and mental health attachments it has not yet been successful.

It seems that every morning when I wake up, I feel like I have been covered with a thick blanket of depression. It’s like being held down by this depression blanket, and at someplace, somewhere, my thinking and feeling mechanism are inner connected and the message says, “What’s the use getting up? It’s just going to be another depressed day like the day before, and the day before that one, and the day before that one, excetra, excetra, world without end, kah-boom.”

Well, with early morning positive affirmation classes such as that, its no wonder the motivation for getting up early is like an old time movie, Gone With The Wind. Why get up if life is going to be just a repeat of yesterday? What is the point? Is there a reason for all of this? Or am I just so mental that my mind has become a Trickster with endless amounts of time to sit there and mess with me, and then sit back and laugh as I sink deeper and deeper into this myrie pit of hell on earth that seems to be my soup of the day.

Well to make matters worse, this morning’s dreams were dreadful. I mean they totally sucked. As you may remember, my previous dream I posted about was a wonderful adventure in The Land of Donuts and Milk with yummyness, joy, and lots of bright and shiny glittery winged Donut Angels making sure my milk glass was forever full as I feasted on strawberry iced donuts with multi-colored sprinkles.

Well, today’s dream totally sucked. I was in a large house where the furniture kept re-arranging itself for hidden reasons only known to those behind the curtain. Then hand written notes began to appear on the front door. They seemed to be handwritten spells from people who were up to no good. Then some of the names on the papers began to come in through the front door and the side doors, and they were looking around for a place to put their stuff. I went to my room and it had been re-arranged again and there was an old woman in the bed not far from mine. She must have been about a hundred years old, and her daughter told me to make sure that when the nurses come around, that they check her mother and make sure she’s dry.

I suppose this house was a combination of a, psych facility, a nursing home, and hostel for travelers. Had there been a moment where they decided to take us all into a large beautiful room that was filled with strawberry iced donuts with multi-colored sprinkles things could have began to get a bit better, but no such luck with this dream.

I’ve been telling myself for sometime now, that I should probably step out of my cave that has internet access, and get on the bus and go searching for a therapist and perhaps a group therapy place. Maybe that would help me. Then again, maybe it would make things even worse? From what I’ve seen, a lot of therapists are crazier than their patients.

And then I wondered about the problems that might come with cave dwelling, and other such types of problems I may encounter that might have even more of an effect on my depression, and my mental health, or lack thereof.

Today I was thinking about all my problems, and all the worlds problems, and wow, that’s a lot of problems to try and think about. And then I thought, I don’t like my problems, so why do I insist on carrying them around with me everywhere I go, or don’t go? I carry them close to me as if they were some kind of treasure or something, or maybe a big plate of different colored donuts.

I don’t like it when I have too many problems, because they seem to at times, to gang up on me, and try and get the best of me and bring me down, and make me feel worse than I already do. And so I continued thinking about the many problems I was thinking about.

And then, a Donut Angel spoke whispers of yummy ideas into my ears that held a possible delicious way to rid the world, and, all the people of their problems.

This magic recipe centered upon all our problems suddenly turning into donuts with the Frosted Magic of the Donut Angels.

If suddenly all the worlds problems turned into donuts, just think of the difference that could make for everyone. We could take all our problems (donuts) to the kitchen table, and pour a nice big glass of milk for ourselves, and then we could sit down at the table, and eat all our problems until they were all gone. A Donut Miracle like that could change the entire world.

After eating a large plate of donuts, along with a large glass of milk, I decided to take a nap. 

I dreamed that I was carried away in a Donut Chariot to a very magical place. A place so wonderful that once there, I knew I would never want to come back again. As nice as my cave with internet access might be, this magical Land of Donuts and Milk I had now entered was paradise unleashed.

As the Donut Chariot gently landed upon a glazed runway, I saw the largest strawberry iced cake donut with multi-colored sprinkles that I had ever seen in my entire life. The Donut Angel smiled at me, and told me the giant donut was a present for me, and that I could eat all of it that I wanted.

I wasted no time and began eating away at the giant beautiful donut while Donut Angels kept pouring fresh milk into my glass to assist in this delightful process.  Oh what a wonderful dream, oh what a most delicious and splendid dream of dreams.

But then the strangest thing happened.

I awoke from my wonderful dream, and discovered that my pillow had disappeared.