Why Blother?

Or is it why blogther? Or, for those who prefer correct spelling, why bother? In any case, it is a good question. Why should I invest considerable amounts of time and energy engaged in a project of this nature, let alone keep a public record of it? The reasons are numerous, but we all agree that doing so is a good sign for me. We, of course, being Me, Myself, I and a miscellany of mental health types. Heck, even the Mrs. supports the project, as long as it doesn't keep me up at the keyboard all night long or when she wants to check her email. Sure, the money generated is a nice feature, given my ongoing lack of employment (and bigger lack of prospects). But it is not really about the money. It is more about the purpose.

Without going into a great amount of detail, we (see list above) have come to the conclusion that I have been depressed for the greater share of my life, some of that time severely so. I was given the benefit of a dysfunctional, near pathological, childhood to build a foundation for my adulthood, and managed to create enough of a mess during my early adult years, and been given my share of challenges, to depress a small town's worth of people. More than one professional has told me that it is amazing that I have functioned, and survived, this long. Nature versus nurture versus divine intervention, I say. Nor am I complaining, to be honest. I mean, I am following through on a plan, I am doing something positive, I am disclosing...

OMG, I've become an emo!

OK, condensed version: 1RAT is a decent therapy for me. Might even make enough via eBay™ to pay the co-pay for my other therapy.