Wednesday, April 18, 2007

sometimes meds just aren't enough

My good friend, Karen, sent me these pictures today. She must be psychic because I needed a laugh so badly and these certainly did the trick. This is part of how I deal with the bad things in life. When I get overwhelmed I try not to hide under the covers (although I do that a lot, too); I look, I read, I feel, I pray, I deal then when I get too close to the ledge I look at pictures of fish made from kale. I have clinical depression, I take meds, I see a shrink, but the number one best defense is that I have a fabulous sister and unbelievably great friends. I am a fighter, though, and now veggie animals are another of my weapons. I'm not afraid to use them when needed. Enjoy! With the things that have been going on in our world the last few years and most recently in our area here, we have to remind ourselves that there is so much more good in the world than bad, the good just doesn't sell advertising like the bad so we aren't exposed to all the many more good deeds and instead are bombarded with the bad. I'll use the airplane theory (harder to use these days, knock on wood, safety has gotten very good); my husband used to tell me over and over when we flew (now I have cute blue pills) about how many planes take off and land safely each day and to concentrate on that instead of the relatively few that don't.
I don't know who did these. Someone who obviously has even more time on their hands than I do. Sorry but I think it's a totally socially worthwhile project. This person is my hero. This is right up there with the peeps diarama contest that the Washington Post did and printed the results in the Sunday edition recently. I've been meaning to scan and post them so I promise to do so soon.
Please remember to stop and see the roses. This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.