Getting my sh** together

It’s never too late — right? I have been more depressed these last weeks than maybe in my entire life, and believe me I have had bad bouts of depression over the years! This 60’s saying just seemed appropriate for right now when I’m struggling to get out of the terrible funk that I’ve put myself into. I grew up in the sixties and so many of the sayings we used back then have carried through my life.

Yes —what I’m feeling is all my fault for reading the f***ing news and getting caught up in minutia that in the long run makes very little difference to my personal life. It might or might not affect me in the future, but for right now, I am safe, I am free and I am well…little mantra that my psychic suggested. So now you know that I belong to a group of people who could be described as magical thinkers by those who are heavily left-brained. (or even not so heavily) I am all right brain all the time with an emotional side that goes along with it. I am volatile and I cry easily and I’m angry a lot. I see things through a justice prism. And when I see no justice, it irks me. I am also an environmentalist, an animal lover and someone who cares about the poorest among us. Not that I DO anything about it aside from send money and write rants. The books I write seem to always draw from current events and even though they are mostly fantasy, the themes follow what is the most recent political upheaval. And let…