I almost felt sorry for my Santa when I thought about how dreary my profile must've sounded. Fighting depression isn't easy but I've found being honest helps, even though sometimes it's harder than projecting an "everything is Great!" attitude.

But, I'm glad I was honest, because potkettleracism really got me. These gifts were just so spot on, and I've been in a slightly better mood ever since getting them. I was reminded how friggin' hilarious Allie Brosh is and now I have a print version of her work next to my bed, to keep me laughing and in touch with how it's possible to use dysfunction for good. This is just the sort of book I would've looked at in a book store and thought, "THIS would be worth owning!" but denied myself because I'm too thrifty.

Along with that came some art materials and the encouragement to get a children's book out there by 2020--not only the tools I need but also a reasonable goal (something that I often struggle to set).

And as if that weren't more than twice as much as I expected, a second box showed up the next day with something for my 10 year old...a book by Neil Gaiman. After letting my son unwrap it, I though, "What is this person, a mindreader?" My son was all, "He's an excellent writer." And proceeded to ignore me as he got deep into the book.

So hey, potkettleracism, you brought some major Holiday Happiness to this seriously humbuggin' head case. Thank you, Brother or Sister. We not only have some very nice gifts thanks to you, but also a little more faith in humanity. --panquake98