Thankfully, despite an undercurrent of melancholy that always
   runs just below the surface of my consciousness, I have a happy
   disposition and a positive outlook.* I know the monsters are
   lurking by my feet, but I just push them away, or I pick them up
   and make them my friends.* They're just lonely after all. Unless
   they're truly wicked.* Then I push them down the river and teach
   others how to deal with them when that demon arrives in their
   mind. What would hell for me be?* Frozen, unable to cope, unable
   to think straight.* A Panic Attack that doesn't subside.* That
   would be mine.