An assignment for Julie.

One nice thing about writing. It's visible proof. That I'm thinking. About something. My semi-friend Julie has stopped writing. Refuses to put her thoughts into a journal. That can be read. At least by herself. If not others.  Julie is in the depths of depression.  And I'm not sure that she has any lucid thoughts. Instead, she might be languishing. In thoughtless despair. I encourage Julie to give me proof. That she has a rational mind. A way to figure out stuff. Such as the significance of life and conscious thought. But she won't do that. Because she lacks coherent thought. Julie could prove me wrong. Merely by keeping a psychotherapeutic journal. --Jim Broede