Dear Mr Whale

Dear Mr Whale,

 i know you got the blues. Perhaps you have too many ukuleles in your possession?

No one needs 38 ukuleles, seriously.

You don't even play all of them.

I mean, you've only got 2 hands, unless you are thinking of playing them with your toes too???

I was reading The Noonday Demon - The Anatomy of Depression by Andrew Solomon and he said (he should know, he has depression) that love is "the other way forward" besides seeing a therapist and taking medications.

He wrote:

"they need to go together: by themselves pills are a weak poison, love a blunt knife, insight a rope that snaps under too much strain. With the lot of them, if you are lucky, you can save the tree from the vine."

My heart sank a little when I read that.  But it has confirmed why I could not "make that difference" radically for you, perhaps I had overestimated myself, or maybe I was greedy to wanna see a "radical" change. Do you think it's time to see a therapist?

Like what Mr Fox loved to say " We battle on, star! With great courage and not a lotta cash!", I am gonna send you lots and lots of love and best wishes.

Battle the darkness with your special power, Mr Whale!

Yours sincerely,

Auntie Joo

PS. It might "make a difference" if you donate one of your ukuleles to me.