Save Scooby

What the heck? I have taken a 9 month break from publishing a post.  Perhaps like birth but  without the  adorable baby at the end.  (So many drafts. I just wasn’t willing to share) Today I feel amazing.  Today I created beautiful things.  Today I am brave.  

Today I want to tell you about the lie.  Or maybe it’s the truth as I see it.

This past 9 months I have been having the time of my life.  My beautiful daughter married the man of her dreams, a loved one survived leukemia to remission, the world seems amazing and perfect. Life is so good.

Then a horrible imaginary sound invaded my universe. Like a BOOM! One of my loved ones became severely depressed and there was NOTHING I could do about it.  I’m going to rename this person Scooby-Doo because everyone loves Scooby-Doo.

ISN’T IT HARD to imagine a depressed Scooby? ……..Exactly.

Why does it happen to such a wonderful person?  Scooby is so loved, so funny, so happy.  Scooby makes EVERYBODY feel good. How could SCOOBY be depressed?

Scooby’s brain lies to him.  Scooby’s brain is full of a cornucopia of chemicals that create an alternate reality.  If you love Scoob you are having a hard time accepting his state of mind.  Picture Scooby Doo putting a gun in his mouth.  Impossible!  True.

Scooby is great at covering up.  Only those who check in daily know.  I am one of those.  I am so ANGRY at those who don’t check in. Scooby lied to his loved ones. He said all is well so they don’t know.

Hey Shaggy, Save Scoob!   If you read this & think you know who Scooby Doo is you are right.  Call. Text. Show you care.  It’s f’n life or death.

P.S. Scooby Doo I Love You

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