For no apparent reason, and without any warning, the floor sort of dropped out from under me today. It feels like every medication I've taken, and every step forward because of therapy have been for naught. Hopelessness has sucker-punched me in the gut.
Friday, November 21, 2014
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It appears that a couple of my pets are ichthyosnobs. Tap's fondness for sardines has been covered here, as I think, has Maddie's a...
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In addition to the much-too-expensive tooth business (honestly, if I had known that one tooth was worth that, I'd have pulled some more ...
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This is my first "all over" collage: I'm still working on whether I'm pleased or not. It's my not liking to cover up...
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. . . on wood. Madeleine is back to her usual self. Even eating some dry food, though still preferring bisques and other lickable things.
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oh, dear. (hug)
I am so sorry. Hang in there, and remember what The Bloggess says: Depression lies.
Gigantic {{hugs}}.
I agree with everyone else- biggest hugs, and yes, depression is a sneaky lying, no good, rotten monster.
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