Rain Again

It feels as though it’s been raining for days, but right away the Bad Critic (remember him?) says,”Whatcha problem, lady? Ya want hot or cold, rain or sun?”

Obviously, I’m a glass half empty person. No. More like a glass empty, period. It’s the brainwaves, they say. You are made that way. But I know better. I learned to see things that way, and when the brain went wonky on me, starting at about age nine, well, things weren’t always pretty. This blog isn’t meant to be a poormeIhavedepression, but I hope, eventually, I might reach a like-minded soul. We’re all different, and every one of us has a bad critic, but most of us don’t wake up every day with a terrible dread. Or spend so much time worrying about something that may never happen…I know, there is a logical part of my mind that tries to butt in and make sense of things. This is my Mr. Spock who says I can’t control it, so why worry? I can’t always hear my Spock. He gets buried under the Bad Critic who is so loud, sometimes, I can’t think. Am I crazy? No, I have met crazy, and that person thought he was perfectly fine.