My dad's empiric roots have festered and twisted themselves. Just to clarify: I'm living alone with my divorced dad, who is venting/complaining about everything on gods green earth, - I can handle people who complain normally - but he's always circling and building and circling and it's the same monologue-preaching I've heard for seven years in a row! It's the manipulation of everybody but himself, it's directed at me for being gay (indeed the government and my mother are to blame) or my sister's tattoos, or chemtrails and fake-news, my mother being possessed by demons and being insane, comparing himself to Jesus (though with modesty... I'll give him that), argumenting for his behavior because of a psychic-reading he once had - it's just the surface folks (the one my friends and everybody else meet)! I live with him! I have nowhere to run, and the cherry on top the depressed-looking ice-cream; he does it for hours! For hours and hours every day! It's not a conversation, I can hardy listen - if I were to, the preaching would continue for much longer! Or if I correct him, try to reason with him, just walk away - he won't stop... I'm truly lost. None of my attempts have worked. Truly, the definition of insanity is doing the same thing again and again, and expecting new results... End-rant-info: Both my dad and I are depressed, I've seen a psychiatrist and all that, but we live below the poverty-line and as jazz-pianist I find myself without any inspiration - touching the keys suffers me great self-loathing - and I've been playing for 19 years. Whether the black dog in my life is my dad or not, I've been unable to anything from this place, other then standing the edge of complete despair, because I do love him so.