All week I’ve been thinking about what I should write in regards to the “massacre” in Virginia. After living in the so called ‘hood for so long I kind of thought that I have somehow gotten used to senseless violence. In essence I thought I was desensitized. Then this thing happened. The effects of the mass murderer’s actions were like a ripple in a silent pond after a stone had been tossed in the center. I personally felt the waves somewhere deep down in a place where warm rays of joy don’t reach. All I could think was “they were just kids.” I’ve known people that have been brutally murdered, it’s part of life where I’ve lived, but this was something else…

Some of my hardcore readers know that I see a therapist once a week. I’m perfectly sane if I do say so myself, but I’ve gone through some rough patches (as we all do) and therapy has helped me see the end of the tunnel. Therapy isn’t for everybody, I’ll admit that, though many people can benefit from it. I’m saying this because there are some people out there that think that mental illness is not real, and therapy is hocus-pocus. If seeing the video tape of the Virginia murderer hasn’t shed light on the reality then nothing will. That guy was sick, and he had been a threat to the safety of people near him for a long time.

If you’re on edge, get help. If you know someone that needs help, then do what you can to see that they get it.