I don’t struggle with negative feelings, and definitely never touch the live. I am though down to earth.
I feel a little bit of Dylan coming on “When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez and it’s Easter time too, your gravity fails and negativity won’t pull you through” From “Just like Tom Thumb’s blues, on the album Highway 61 Revised”.
Seriously, I try to drown out negative feeling, and I have plenty, by writing. Usually when I’m depressed the writing is bitter and vitriolic. I’m quite low at the moment, and the last few posts have reflected that, so the following is an oldie, but I don’t think it’s been posted before.

THE ARTIST BILLY THE KID.

Billy the Kid was an artist,
The fastest brush in the west.
His enemy though quick draw Mc Crow,
Always thought he was the best.

So there they stood brushes at the ready,
Easels upright and loaded,
Mc Crow drew his brush out first,
But Billy left his easel and ran forward.

Barely a stroke did Mc Crow make,
He needed more paint, and bent to get it.
He just put his brush back to canvas,
As Billy got there and et it.

All words Meadowhead Bard.