This note was underway when the clock changed to standard time at 2:00 am.
it disappeared but I was able to retrieve it through careful application of the ethereal principles of cytointergalyctic phenol travelmania.
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When I was in a pretty desperate state and really needing support a couple of years ago this forum was my home.
Quietgirl will remember me posting replies to many of the 20 messages per day that appeared on the Bipolar forum as well as starting topics of my own.
It was a great community. There were lots of us sharing genuine empathy, compassion and shared experience, even if nobody had a magic pill to solve all our problems.
Today there is only one or at most 2 posts per day... and that brings me to the conclusion that they must have found the cure and are distributing pills quietly on the side ... and we've been left out.
Oh well, I guess I'll go crazy and get all my cash out of the bank. I'll walk down the street handing $40 to every burned out druggy who asks for help. Then I'll sit in a sidewalk cafe and sip a Latte - Double shot with soy milk and a splash of vanilla, while I listen to the sirens after the overjoyed druggies shoot up with fentanyl.
I'm just trying to be shocking. Life is horrible. Some people are actually much more sick than I am. I am truly blessed. I don't know what the solution is. I know the history of heroine addiction goes back thousands of years but drug use was invisible in all but the most wretched inner-cities until 20 years ago. Now it is everywhere.
Maybe this post will get me a Pulitzer Prize for cutting social commentary. Or a rebuke for drawing attention to what a sick and twisted society we live in.
Don't worry, be happy. Everything happens for a reason and God works in mysterious ways.