Therapy Thursday happened today.
And Doc Costin said something that stuck with me.
Well, first he reminded me that I am NOT my depression – and I needed to hear that.
Being around for a long time – my entire “adult” life – doesn’t change the fact that it it something that happened to me, not who I am.
And being so vast that it’s hard to remember that the sun still shines out there somewhere doesn’t make it my entire life either.
So thanks, Doc. I needed that.
But then he said that I was a naturally cheerful and upbeat person – and I instantly knew that he was right.
I was a bubbly happy outgoing kid before I was raped. And there is still an overflowing effervescence to my soul bubbling away under all that darkness.
And I have always resisted jadedness, cynicism, and pessimism with great fervor.
I am positive that if I could manage to excavate myself from underneath all this permafrost and dead scar tissue, my natural optimism would burst forth like the sun emerging from behind a cloud.
I think part of me would have to die in order for that to happen.
Fine. Good riddance. I will burn my very heart on a funeral pyre if that is what it takes to disinter myself from this living grave.
Remember, we do not hope because we have reason to hope.
We hope because it is better to hope.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.
Ukraine and Iran
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
At the very least, these are interesting times.
In Ukraine, David is kicking the shit out of Goliath. The Ukrainian forces have retaken most of Ukraine and they may soon retake the rest.
And Putin’s regime is crumbling. Out of desperation to finally beat Ukraine, he announced he was going to essentially draft 300K Russians to fight in Ukraine.
And now he’s fucked because the Russian people did NOT like that. The whole country has exploded in rage. Recruitment offices are being burned to the ground. Russian citizens are fleeing the country. There are protests everywhere.
And there’s nothing Vlad the Imposter can do about it. Even the most brutal of crackdowns would do little to stop the protests but a lot to inspire more of them.
Because as Russian history shows, there is no stopping a wide scale popular uprising.
No army or police force can suppress EVERYBODY.
And as Russians burn recruitment offices, Iranian women are burning their hijabs.
Glorious and magnificent acts of total defiance sparked by the death of a young woman in police custody are taking place all over Iran… and all over the world.
Women everywhere are protesting in solidarity with the Iranian women. Those women are already at a late Suffrage level of rage and frustration.
Looks like that regime will also fall… if it knows what’s good for it.
Trust me, geezers, you don’t want to be there when the women break through the barricades and storm the equivalent of your Bastille.
Angry women in large groups are hella scary. They will quite literally tear you to pieces.
Time to write a quick “Sorry for the oppression” note and GTFO.
Interesting times indeed, n’est-ce pas?
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow .