We all have that special someone or something.
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2 things. First, my cat. When I found my cat, neither one of us was doing well. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to care for her, that I might have to give her up since I struggle with depression. But she's kept me going, has given me a routine. Second, myself. I have f***ked up ALOT. I have made mistakes. I have been overwhelmed with depression and ptsd, but no matter how many times I fall, I always get back up. I know I'm worth something, I matter. So I will always strive to keep going.
My cat.... He's the only reason I keep going...
chocolate. sugar. icecream. coffe. hot chocolate.
or literally anything sweet
these have helped a lot in the days i was sad and down
there were literally times when i ate nothing but many spoonfuls of nutella
these sweet always cheered up my mood and motivated me to keep living
To be quite honest it's just the hope that one day, hopefully, it'll get better. I don't always believe it but I try my best to keep pushing forward.
The cat I had for 17.5 years. She helped with when I became severely depressed after my marriage ended.
I did and I still am. I have certain dreams and goals I want to achieve so there's no way I'm giving up on myself just because the world is f****d up.
