I once was under the care of a would be "physician" whose cure for depression was to beat it into submission ..
Periods of sadness were excuses for laziness which were corrected with a razor strap across my tender back in most cases ..
Rapid mood swings were addressed with soap in my mouth or an empty stomach at bedtime followed by a Bible verse to "get me right !"
Wetting the bed , spoiling my pants at age ten , clawing my legs until they bled , contemplating death on terrible days ..
Mortified at the grocery store , panic stricken days at school , laughed at by fellow classmates that were o ' so very cruel , teachers holding their hands up in disbelief like I was some kind of fool ..
Time heals nothing .. All is forgotten makes no sense at all .. Spare the rod and spoil the child ? Did you ever see the devil in my tearful eyes ?
Did Beelzebub speak to you when I cried ?