A New Journey
We start our journey on a road wth no map. Sometimes we can see ahead, but most times not. Sometimes our road is rocky, and sometimes it is smooth. At best you can hope for a flat road.
Then our road branches off, and we have decisions to make. We don't know where that road leads to anymore than we know about the road we're on.
We brought bees to the Little Farm, but robber bees came. Robber Bees! Who knew such a thing existed? We got more chickens, but SURPRISE, two turned out to be roosters. Didn't see that coming either.
Kagetsunami struggles with mental health. We didn't see that coming either. There were signs, but they were only visible with the glasses of hindsight.
"You. need a check up from the neck up!" Just, go to the shrink, lay on the couch, have a good cry and you'll be right as rain.
That isn't true at all.
Imagine you're in a car accident. A couple guys with a stretcher come and ask if you want to go to the hospital and you say yes. Then at the hospital they do things and all is good.
Mental health is nothing like that.
People WANT to help.
(and THANK YOU GOD, Jesus, Buddah, our insurance is right on board, and thank you ME for working a job that gives good insurance, and my fellow LEO's, whatever you do, whatever you do, don't you give up that health care!)
Where was I? Oh, yes. People want to help, but there is no path, no road, no map, and no quick fix. The medicine they give you does nothing but keep the fangs of horror at bay. People are sympathetic, and that is great, but the journey for mental health is a strange, meandering stroll through forests of razorblades and suffering.
Not fun, no stars, do not recommend.
But we've found friends, and neighbors, and people willing to sit with us at events.
And our journey continues.
Our Cockoo Bluebar
Blondie
Golden Sex Link, Rooster
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