what’s hell? depends

Thankfully, despite an undercurrent of melancholy that always runs just below the surface of my consciousness, I have a happy disposition and a positive outlook.  I know the monsters are lurking by my feet, but I just push them away, or I pick them up and make them my friends.  They’re just lonely after all.

Unless they’re truly wicked.  Then I push them down the river and teach others how to deal with them when that demon arrives in their mind.

What would hell for me be?  Frozen, unable to cope, unable to think straight.  A Panic Attack that doesn’t subside.  That would be mine.

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