Zwerglipatch April 26, 2011 3:28 p.m.
As one who has almost (note: “almost”) lost one’s mind, I thoroughly understand the fragility of Life’s organ of understanding — the brain. During my trauma, I knew enough to trust what I was told by professionals. I knew I required help. Yes, I was — and, am — scared. I got better much more than thought possible. Most importantly, I think, I knew enough to tell myself, and speak, Truth. If one tells, and believes, lies, one gets deeper in trouble. Being truthful is not only helpful to regaining strength, it is healthy in all matters. When one succumbs to an abyss of self-pity, it is quite difficult to regain one’s outlook that this World can be a happy place in which to live. Mainly, one must enjoy one’s own company. Those who tend to get into psychological trouble. These troubles, most of the time, are petty — fleeting thoughts of what “could be”.
As I sit here in Zwerglipatch at the picnic table enjoying the plethora of blooms and sounds of birds and the fountain which I took the time to set up yesterday, I am especially glad, and happy, that I have the presence of mind to enjoy these fruits of our labor. Petals from a neighbor’s flowering tree are falling down around me. Who couldn’t be happy?
