So from 17 years old-29 years I was in denial. Despite when I went back to attwmpt college @23years old and took psychology as my electives and had to take this extra credit stress test. The results were so bad that my professor urged me to see a counselor. 6 years after my last therapy session. there I was in a chair again. Uncomfortabl, with a million better things to do; deans list standing but a constant struggle just to get out of bed to get to school which was only 5 min drive or 22 bus ride away.
i honestly believe rescuing a kitty and then a puppy shortly after SAVED my life. They were so innocent and it was like they knew I was drowning and sad because I my worst days. They never need for anything they just wanted to stay with me and comfort me and comfort me they did. Always the great listeners, they became my babies, something to take care of to show me how to treat myself.
-whether I was able to get out of bed to feed them at a decent time or not
-they always seemed to live in the moment
•Compassion and Forgivness
-even if I ignored them or didn’t have the energy to play with them they never left my side or stoped licking the tears away
-walking then outside saved my life each and every time
(And to be utterly honest, my amazing hardworking hubz had to feed them and walk them in the morning most days when I wouldn’t even get up to pee)
bit for the afternoon and evening walks; I did my best even if my precious puppy ended up peeing in the apt because mommy dazed out or dozed off again.
-Cats, Dogs and depressed people NEED naps!
*im still a huge fan and advocate for NAPS but for health; resilient healing reasons now!