I'm so glad things have been coming together for you Werewoman. Slowly but surely, eh?? I'm terribly sorry you lost your pets, though. I know that had to be so hard to give them up. Back when I had my 10 cats I always feared someone would report me or something - even though it was just 10 - and complain about my animals, and they'd come in on me and make me choose 1 or 2 and take the rest away. There'd be no way I could've chosen. They were all so precious to me. I've always been an animal person and especially love cats. My son was even jealous of them I think. I've got 2 new cats now. I understand you not wanting any more animals. I think 2 are all I can handle right now as my PTSD causes me to get overwhelmed really easily, and just the thought of bringing in another cat right now to have to litter train raises my anxiety. I was reluctant with the second one, but he was a stray that had been here way over a year and thought I would try. It seems you're experiencing what I do. I'm okay if I'm told, "I'll be back at..." But an "I'll be back later" or just having to leave to work indefinitely on something gets to me really bad. I just started therapy but not sure my therapist is going to be much help. I think she's just a counselor. But I've been trying to find more info and, as usual, doing what I can myself. I use self-talk a lot and just try to calm myself down. I think I've been doing a tiny bit better but still have a long way to go.
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