It bothers me when folks insist that there are literally no good reasons to surrender pets because it destroys their hearts. Like…. My dude…. That evil fuckin cat that slashed my literal eyeball should be surrendered. I found new homes for my three cats because I couldn’t take having multiple panic attacks triggered every single fucking day because they’ve got claws and I’ve got a new dose of fresh PTSD caused by that demon slashing my eye. I still can’t sleep well because of the nightmares about it. The pain and the blood and the temp blindness in that eye and the extreme fear. It’s been months. My life was fucking destroyed and my love of cats ripped from my soul. But I’m the villain? No. Needs drastically change sometimes and it sucks for everyone involved. It wasn’t good for me having cats around. It wasn’t good for my cats to have their only human destabilized and constantly rejecting their affection. They’ve got a new home where all three miraculously got to stay together and are dearly loved again as they deserve to be.
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spending the night :)
quick update: he got hired for a full time job bc they don’t have any part time available and i’m conflicted. i don’t think it’s a good idea to dive headfirst into a full time job right now especially as he’s going through withdraws while currently switching antipsychotics. but at the same time i know eventually he’ll have to. it’s just too much too soon but nobody else agrees with me but him. i guess he can just quit if it takes too much out of him but i don’t want the stress to provoke yet another episode ya know? but his dad is of the opinion all he needs to do is work and he’ll be fixed so whatever. we’ll see what happens.
also despite the nausea withdrawals he has been so affectionate today. i was so worried he started hating me again while i’ve been away at my own house the last couple days but no, i guess i just have ptsd or something. he knows my trust is broken right now but it’ll just take time as i’ve said several times already. i know i can’t blame him and he is in the process of getting stable but it still hurts. im not angry at him at all but it’s still a heavy burden to bear to go through all that. i will heal and god help me so will he. we’ll get through this. today he was the most normal i think he’s been in a long time (despite the withdrawals), and i don’t want to jinx it but im so glad he’s coming back to normal and he still loves me. i know it’s the disorder talking when he does that but it still hurts when it’s happening and im so thankful and glad that when he’s in the right frame of mind that he loves me. i know that sounds like such a low bar but for all the shit we’ve been through with this disorder, it’s what gives me hope that we can overcome this.
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