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