Saturday, October 13, 2012

Missing Walt Kelly





I miss Walt Kelly, who gave us Pogo and the characters of the Okefenokee Swamp. I miss him especially today, because my desire to bring humor to my page has temporarily left me.

You see, I was attacked Monday through a Facebook message which no one else saw. Someone I trusted accused me of faking PTSD for no other reason than to extort more money out of the VA. He has convinced himself, in the thrall of 47% Mittens, that freeloaders like me are at the bottom of what is wrong with us.

It doesn't take much to upset me these days. I stick to my home, my animals and myself partly because I am ashamed of what this dreadful malady has done; partly, because I am working through counseling, medications, spiritual exercises and the comforting support of fellow sufferers to rid myself of this Black Dog and join the sunshine of the world once more.

I trust in the Divine Plan: it has never failed me. The lessons imparted through the pain of experience has always brought the fulcrum back to balance. This latest episode has daunted me, caused me to doubt myself in placing trust in others; but I'll come back. Revealing this to all my friends is a first step out of the mire.

Postscript: to remain faithful to the spiritual principles, I am praying for my attacker. God knows, he needs the help.
Photo: I miss Walt Kelly, who gave us Pogo and the characters of the Okefenokee Swamp.  I miss him especially today, because my desire to bring humor to my page has temporarily left me.

You see, I was attacked Monday through a Facebook message which no one else saw.  Someone I trusted accused me of faking PTSD for no other reason than to extort more money out of the VA.  He has convinced himself, in the thrall of 47% Mittens, that freeloaders like me are at the bottom of what is wrong with us.

It doesn't take much to upset me these days.  I stick to my home, my animals and myself partly because I am ashamed of what this dreadful malady has done; partly, because I am working through counseling, medications, spiritual exercises and the comforting support of fellow sufferers to rid myself of this Black Dog and join the sunshine of the world once more.

I trust in the Divine Plan: it has never failed me.  The lessons imparted through the pain of experience has always brought the fulcrum back to balance.  This latest episode has daunted me, caused me to doubt myself in placing trust in others; but I'll come back.  Revealing this to all my friends is a first step out of the mire.

Postscript: to remain faithful to the spiritual principles, I am praying for my attacker.  God knows, he needs the help.


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