Hopeful One
Blessed are the cracked for they are the ones who
Last year I was really depressed. One day I was thinking "I might as well be in prison, in fact that would be nice. Someone brings me food. I can read all day. I don't have to go to work, I don't ever have to leave my "house" I don't have to socialize, I don't have to pretend to be a contributing member of society."
Then I realized that despite my depression, I do what I want when I want. I can get something to eat 24/7. I can get a new book to read or watch a movie 24/7. I play whatever music I like. It's quiet when I want it to be. I wear what I want. I don't have to ask someone to bring me tampons. I can sit outside or sit inside. I can control my thermostat. I can take hour-long baths or showers with nice products til the hot water runs out. I can walk, run, go to the gym. I have a dog. I have gardens. I don't have to watch my back. I can call, text, websurf when I want........ I realized prison was the opposite of what I really wanted, even thoguh it made for a "low-effort lifestyle."
Even if Jodi has friends and activities and visitors in prison, there is so much she won't ever have. She will never have control. She will not have choices. She won't have baths.
No control, no choices, it's still a crappy way to live a life.
As long as she's locked up I'm okay with it.
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Glad you're feeling better. Depression can go to hell for all I care.