"It never rains but it pours." **Trigger Warning**

Except in my case. It rains, pours, dumps buckets... whatever it can figure out to do to make my life miserable. Gods, one would think I could handle anything after all the crap I have had to deal with. But no... thanks to mental issues, I cannot.

And, thanks to society looking at mental health as something akin to the Crocs fad, people like myself will never get the help they need. Not until they stop treating mental health like a Bentley dealership. But, they don't want to stop doing that, or 'regular' people might start getting help and then realizing what the real issues are around this nation. The rethug slime do not want that at all. There is no money to be made in helping those who are not in the upper percentile and no way to ensure the wage slave population if they start showing any compassion. So, here we are.

(Please pass assisted suicide legislation. There is no reason to keep suffering people alive just to allow the rich to 'feel better' about telling us to not do it when their real reasons are that they don't want to allow the wage slave force to thin out.)