Cats are literally everything good in life (well, and drugs)Zombies, being a cat devotee myself I am always touched by your selfless dedication to your cats despite what you are going through yourself. I hate that horrible veil that gets thrown between a person and life when depression takes over. I'm really sorry you are suffering. Don't you wish we could be like cats and simplify our needs down to food, water, a comfy spot to get some sun and, as icing on the cake, a good human to bond with?
In life you've got opportunity, potential;I've been mentally listing the pros and cons of being alive, and the cons are definitely outnumbering the pros.
herbavore, I'm so sorry to read this & so full of admiration & respect for you always thinking of others when your own heart is breaking & you have every right to dissolve into a quagmire of self-pity & despairI never thought I would feel so alone at the age I am now, Abject. I expected my husband and I to live into our eighties together. I thought my friends and I would also grow old together. Now good, life-long friends are moving away to be near children or grandchildren and my husband has passed away and my best friend in the world has cancer. You know I have always talked a lot about loneliness--about befriending it, making it familiar and even comfortable when it comes. I am having to hold myself to my own words lately. Life is always, if nothing else, humbling.
your entire post is dead on. i know that if i work my arse off then in a while there'll be something worth living for. but it seems so far from here and thats if I don't fuck up. i've got cranford nix on rehab in my head 'the dr says if you apply yourself here you'll be working in mcdonalds in about two years'Chinup, 'losing' the drugs that lost you everything will help you gain your life back if you do actually want to rid your life of them & embrace & learn the coping & living strategies you'll be taught in rehab... I wanted there to be something in my life worth living for & I couldn't see that there was