"A neurotic is a man who builds a castle in the air. A psychotic is the man who lives in it. A psychiatrist is the man who collects the rent."
Dunno why, particularly, just thought it mildly amusing. Had heard it from a particularly nutty friend several years ago. Dunno which of the first two categories I fit into :-) Actually, have to admit to what the shrink calls 'clinical depression' for the past six or eight months - so much so that an event last month, miniscule in its own way, nearly put me over the edge.
Comes from 'being a bloke' in that admission of such a thing is almost impossible and, as a fiercely 'independent' sort of bloke, the last thing that I want to do is "see a Doc". However, one of my customers found me quietly weeping among her rose bushes and convinced me to make an appointment. So duly went, was prescribed some pills, and well, they work. I call them 'happy pills', but that's not quite right. They do seem to have taken away all those 'negative' thoughts that kept churning around in my head, and now find it difficult to get all het up about the dire state of politics and the world.
Have been told that that is precisely what the 'little fuehrer's' of the world want, as a 'compliant' population is less likely to object to the ridiculously restrictive rules that are being insinuated into the 'law', but am still aware, and will get agitated again. They don't get away with it that easily.