So it's been awhile since I've posted. Things have been so hectically crazy here, and I haven't been helping matters. I decided I needed to post again today when it occurred to me that my animals are the only things that keep me living. Some days they provide happiness, others frustration. Either way I feel a distinct drive to care for them daily, even when I don't take care of myself. So I wondered why is that? I don't care enough about myself, I don't care for most other people, so why my animals. Roomates with extra responsibility who don't work or contribute to bills, do cores, or anything else productive. If people treated me this way I'd certainly feel no love for them.

Hhmm, bipolar strikes again. Why is it that it seems much more doable to get yourself in a mess than it does once your tangled up? And, why is it so much less doable in my mind to get myself out of something that I was more than capable of getting myself into?

[faerie_moon_x]

Well, animals aren't really roommates. There is a lot of research showing how animals are helpful to the wellbeing of people who live alone. Especially to elders. Where I live, it is free for a senior to go take a pet home from the animal shelter because of this. Petting an animal lowers blood pressure as well.

And although an animal may frustrate you, it's not going to argue with you or call you name.

We all need something that drives us. For me it's my kids and my husband. For you it's your pets. There's nothing wrong with that, in fact it's good.

it's just my opinion, but try to hang in there. Try to hang in there and know that you won't feel this way forever. It will pass, just like it did all of those other times. Not discrediting what you are going through, of course.