Speaking strictly for myself, it was necessary for me to find the proper therapist to unearth all my monsters. Otherwise, I would still be living my blind, dysfunctional life. It was also very necessary that I take medications to control my anxiety and dispell the deep depression that so distorted my thinking and my perspective.

It psycho-babbel, "Depression is anger turned inward." I found that to be painfully true. It's amazing how differently I viewed things when I came out of that dark hole! Many problems seem more workable and I am able to function almost normally. I couldn't even do the simple things. I didn't have the energy nor the inclination. When you sit on the edge of your bed rocking back and forth because your bladder is about to burst and can't find the will to get up and go to the bathroom, you're not much more than a vegetable! I had running comentaries with myself that never got me anywhere because I didn't see things as they truly were, but as my sick dragon told me they were. I found him to be quite a liar!

(Getting off my soap box and sliding it under the desk. )

<font color=blue>This above all: To thine own self be true. --Shakespeare</font color=blue>