Screaming. Let me tell you about my screaming—not as advice but simply as information you can file wherever.

I involuntarily scream at the top of my lungs several times a day, some days more, some days less. I don't feel particularly down beforehand, and I don't feel particularly down (or up) afterwards. These spontaneous screams just happen. Why? I don't know, and neither do the doctors. Maybe they're an expression of my depression, maybe they're related to my curious neurology, and maybe both.

Regardless of the source(s) of the screaming, I speculate it serves to disperse unfelt but real tension. In short, the screaming serves a purpose. “A primordial, blood-curdling scream a day keeps the psych ward at bay.” Well, so far...

Berries, you're distressed, trapped, and isolated where you are. Here you're free and counted a joy. May you find a spot outside cyberspace that conforms to your needs and where you alone govern.