Very, very, truly. From the absolute bottom of my heart.
Go fuck yourself.
If you can’t take mental illness seriously, I can’t take you seriously. “Just calm down.” “Stop starving yourself. You’re fine.”
No seriously. Fuck yourself. I can’t calm down or just eat. It doesn’t work that way. Would you tell a diabetic to just “quit overreacting and lower your blood sugar”?
I didn’t think so. Taste your words before you spit them out. You might just horrify and offend someone who already hates themselves.
Giving away your animal is giving away a piece of yourself and forfeiting your sanity. It’s soul crushing, bone shattering pain. I don’t care how over dramatic you think that sounds. Animals whole heartedly trust you and expect you to be there for them because they would never leave your side and then we, as humans, just walk away because we’re horrid creatures who don’t understand what it is to love. I hate everything. I hate myself more. I miss my fox most. The only thing that loved me and understood me. He was my best friend.
when you yell “puppy!” at a lil doge and they get happy and wag their lil tail like “yess!! i am a puppy!! a baby dog!!! thank you!!!!!!”
When you yell “puppy!!!!” At an old doge and they wag their tail and get all happy like “yes I am still a little doge thank you for noticing! !”
I came to work last night and noticed I had the same run of patients I did over the weekend, which would make report easier. Time to begin the shift.
Mary and I strolled into the first patient’s room.
Mary: Hi Mr. Tom. I’m going home now, Emily is going to get…