Ever have something to say…but you can’t quite get it off the tip of your tongue? For me, it tastes like rain, with the perfect amount of powdered sugar. So I leave you with this analogy I recently heard instead….however I warn you…..it might not taste as sweet, but for me at least, I found it to be just about as filling, and when I read it, it felt like a hug.
A guy goes to a doctor and says “Doctor, I feel sad and depressed. Life hardly seems worth living and just getting out of bed is a chore”. The doctor says “I know just what you need. The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go to the show and he’s guaranteed to make you laugh”. And with tears in his eyes the man looks up and says “But doctor…I am Pagliacci”.
Sometimes, mixed in-between the moments of heartache, fear, confusion, and loneliness, there’s a glimmer of knowing that in the end, it will all be just fine.
How is it that, for Brett and I to attend marriage counseling I can find someone to perform the sessions, twice a month, at $65 a pop. However, the cheapest form of mental health I can find my very-much-in-need-of-talking-to-someone child is $80 and required to be each and every week? Our society is consequently ass backward (another tangent I could go on and on about) and it blows my mind on a continual basis.
Here’s an idea new age society of America… instead of only providing low-priced therapy to adults who are already fucked up (but yes, still need the support), how about also providing it to young children, aka the future of America, before they are utterly fucked up? I recognize that it must seem like a totally radical and absurd idea, however, it’s just this girl’s crazy opinion anyway.
I recognize that it must seem like a totally radical and absurd idea, however, it’s just this girl’s crazy opinion anyway.