RASBERRY BERET

My friend Jill wrote a post today that refers to a misdiagnoses by numerous psychiatrists a few years back. How timely of her to bring that up.

I have recently been a victim of armchair psychiatry, which is the deadliest form. I want to thank the collective "them" that got to the bottom of my happiness and promptly turned it into depression. My quality of life is so much better now that I sleep 12 hours a day, don't get dressed or groom in any way, ignore family, avoid friends, skip all social activities, dismiss responsibilites, watch television and eat junk food. Thank you so much for saving me from myself. I really am grateful that I don't have to walk around exuding all that joie de vive, which made everyone so uncomfortable. I look much better in this lovely shade of gray. And knowing that the caring souls performed this rescue from a place of love is all the more settling. It may help me sleep tonight - oh wait, no problems there.

Sincerely,

The Person Formerly Known As Denise