Better to listen to me.

The baffling thing. About my semi-friend Julie. Seems that she doesn't want to be happy. That she prefers flagellating herself. As if she deserves to be punished. When really, Julie has many, many reasons to be happy. But she refuses to savor what she has. Yes, it's a mental illness. A sickness that may be even worse than death. To exist in a pool of unhappiness. That must be Hell. Makes me wonder if that's how Robin Williams felt. Moments before he decided to hang himself.  On the surface, Williams had so very much to live for. Yet he chose death. His way of finding peace. Believe me, I have a better way. Yes, it would be far better to listen to me. Than to Robin Williams. --Jim Broede