There’s a buoy keeping me upright. In the system so that anytime I lean towards the slump of things, it triggers a happy part of my brain, and shoots thoughts into me. Good, happy thoughts. When it’s back though, the world shuts in on the sun’s light provided for me. Blasted back into the trashcan of suffer in silence. No doubt that’s the kind I am. Talk about it? No… *think some more* shoot back into happy mode. That is kind of a funny story indeed.