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.
I'm Not Seeing Pretty Today. 