Flynn Family

The one thing I am struggling to wrap my head around is this feeling of depression that I have identified recently. As a counselor, you try to help people develop coping skills, you recommend counseling, you do what you can to help. Also as a counselor, you find yourself trying to cope with the ways you help others. I have experienced depression before. It's been about 18 years since I really battled it, but this time it's different. I was able to root out a cause 18 years ago. I was able to pinpoint a reason and actively fight. This time, I just feel my energy sapped, overwhelming dread, and a million other little things with no reason in sight. I am always on the verge of tears. It takes so much more energy to try to be what people need me to be, what I need me to be. I don't really feel like I can talk about it because there is nothing to talk about. We can say it is related to losing my dad, but that is likely only part of it because this was there before that happe

I was reading some click bait on my phone on break today and it was talking about scammers. It reminded me of a once upon a time with my Uncle Rick and my dad. The whole story was kind of funny. The phone rings one time when we were staying at my Uncle Rick's house. My dad being the jokester he is answered and said, "Linville residence, butler speaking." They ask for my uncle and so my dad hands him the phone. They start asking things like, "Do you own your home?" My uncle replies, "yes." Then it was something like, "Are you on city sewer?" "No." "Do you have a septic tank?" "No." The exasperated salesman then asks, "well then, what do you have?" Without skipping a beat, my uncle replies, "An outhouse!" I think my uncle and dad were going to die laughing. My uncle got off the phone with an exuberant, "I finally got one!"