Santa please hurry. I'm not sure how much more of the merriment I can take.
I'm sitting here when I should be in bed but I know when I get in bed my mind will really start to ramble. What's bad is if I can hang on till the holidays are over, then I'll have a whole new fresh year to dread. In this box with no way out and no where to go if I got out.
A hundred years ago I used to do volunteer work with a local suicide prevention group. I was young, maybe 22 when I started. Was even volunteer of the year once for this office through the United Way. Looking back, I HAD NO CLUE.
I know now EXACTLY what those people would mean when they would say, "What's the use?", and what my trite, empty, canned slogans must have sounded like.