About an half hour or so ago, I was in a very good mood. I was at peace. It felt so good. Then I rushed right by it. I started feeling rushed. Rushed without anywhere to go. The 'committee' in my head was telling me, you don't work, you don't give to society hurry up, hurry up do something. My anxiety at work. I came across in my growth that anxiety and depression go hand in hand. One cannot have one without the other. The chicken and egg thing. After my "Suicide Sunday" and help and self-help afterwards. I do not give my committee in my head much life anymore. I know I have tools to quiet the committee, without hurting its feeling much also. I least intellectually I know that all of me is good and deserves conciliation not blame admonishment. "My" God did not make anything that was not good. I once read that all has beauty and not everyone can see it. I am not in a horrible depressed place at the moment. I am kinda stoic now. This will pass, depression: mild to very bad will come, then it too will pass. It kinda like Michigan's weather: "Stick around a moment; it will change." "Michigan weather is one thing if nothing else: it is not boring."

RICHARD