I have no doubt that anyone who reads this blog noticed the lack of posts last week. Honestly, it wasn't on purpose, I just didn't have the right mindset to write- particularly not the happy topics that I had planned.
I know I've said it, but I think a little more explanation is in order. I'm depressed: I was diagnosed at the young age of thirteen. However, I think it's much worse now than it was then, and I haven't been to a therapist since then. I'm working on finding a therapist, well, I'm working on swallowing my pride. It's not that I think going to a therapist is wrong or somehow shameful- I encourage friends and family to go when they confess that they're planning on going.
I just find myself feeling, guilty I guess, because I look at my life and wonder what exactly it is that could cause such a deep depressive state that I go into. Sure, my job isn't my favorite thing and I've got some money problems that can be stressful. But neither of those things are so severe that I would get this mindset of not wanting to wake up in the morning.
I'm alive, I have a house and food; I'm surrounded by love from family and friends. I have a plan for my future, and I'm fighting to make it happen. Well, I'm fighting most days. Other days I decide it's my fate to end up forever mooching off of someone- or because that makes me feel guilty, that it's my fate to end up on the streets?
Some days I want to pack up a few posessions and hitchhike to... Anywhere, some small dusty old town and give myself a new name with a different back story. I'd be less of a pest to my family right?
I know that's not how it works.. I know that would hurt them more than anything, so I wont do that to them. I wouldn't do that to the people I love.
Well, now that I've admitted one of my biggest weaknesses (and probably made most of you sad) I'm going to leave off that I'm better this week. I have a project I want to show you guys (Thursday) and I'm going to get back on track by doing two posts each day for Thursday and next Tuesday, so be on the lookout for those!
Also, It helps that I have a little fur ball puppy that just brings so much light into my life. I forgot what it was like to have a young dog in my life, how playful and energetic she is. It's fantastic. Although, we do have to work on the finger biting when she's excited or wants to play. She was a stray for the first two years of her life (as far as we know) and doesn't know how to play with toys just yet. She's at least already house broken! First day we brought her home she used the pee pad that we have for the cat (He's diabetic and doesn't always make it to the box) but after that, boom she's already learned how to tell us she needs to go outside. For such a small dog she's not yappy, which makes me and my ears happy. She also doesn't chase the cat- probably because he's bigger and has already made it clear that he is the boss, but the only swipe she's received was a couple pats at her face with no claws- she got too hyper for him and was running around.
Here's a picture for you guys, the first day we had her, but I'll get some other pictures for a later post!
Miss Penelope





