I don't blame you for wanting to end it all. You've got a right to die, to be dead, to end this godawful depression. Death isn't depressing, is it? Of course not! Death is peaceful, cold, and damp . . . kind of like winter . . . or spring. On the other hand, death might be hot . . . real hot . . . hotter 'n hell!

Talk about weather shifts! Talk about mood swings! We're stuck in the middle here, folks, and unless you're one of the 144,000 Chosen Few that will be sucked up in the Divine Tornado two seconds before the Apocalypse (and if you think you're one of the 144,000, you're not!), you'd better face the fact that there's no way out of this. On the other hand, it's not your fault. You've just made a few bad decisions, that's all. Like being born, for one. But, hey, let's not get depressed, shall we? There's a sun break every week or so; the blue shows through. Whatever you think about weather, it changes. External and internal, it's all the same.

A great man once said, "I'm not okay, you're not okay, but that's okay!" Okay? The main thing is not to feel depressed about being depressed. If you're depressed, accept it. Enjoy it. Wallow in it!

It's like rain. Why try to stay dry? Get wet, be soaked, drip all over the place. Think of it as therapy, because it is. Not very good therapy, perhaps, but it's cheap.