Cherl Zerbe

If you ever feel way up? Way down? How abut both at the same time? You are not alone. I have manic depression. As a kid I liked to make others laugh and I couldn’t stand to see anyone sad or scared. I befriended everyone, especially the bullies. I had to make them laugh.When I was very young, I had nightmares of people crying for help and filled with sadness. I needed to save them from anguish,sorrow,and fear but I could never save them from their horror. I have severe fear and irrational guilt. So from time to time, when I break free from it’s grip, I can think of nothing more fitting than to besmirch this hideous disease in long tirades with no beginnings and no end s. These silly outlandish rants are sometimes funny. Sometimes scary. Surprisingly, before you go berserk, ya might find some remnants of common sense here and there while chasing down other leads. And sometimes I find even the funnier and more farfeched and the even more preposterous, the most amusing! Ha! They are great.We are great.And you are...Oh sorry, Sir. So sorry,Sir,not you. The guy, with the blue tie behind you. Yeah,him. Get on up here and get a Ha! Oh,Lord no! We don’t give likes here. We give Ha! Ha! ‘S here , Sir.! Welll, Sir, since your here, your more than welcome to have coffee and sit with us .Truth be known, we’re all a bunch of recoverers. A quick overview really, is that, yeah we all were liked just fine, ya know, family extendedfriends