I’ve been struggling with depression for a little of five years. One minute I’ll be fine-happy and content to go about my business and then all of the sudden, something will happen and I’ll do a complete 180. Last night, it was the Olympics that
Lately, I’ve found myself wanting to let my frustrations lash out, but there’s really no one to inflict that on, and there is certainly no one I talk to deserves such a thing. So… where does that leave me? Should I just scream at Heaven?
Starting this out by saying this is a rant. A rant against the media in particular. If you are a human with TV access you’ve seen the media running with the guy in Colorado that decided he wanted to shoot some people. If you are