Lets get real for a bit, yeah?

For over twelve years I've suffered in silence with my depression.
Last summer is the first time I've gathered enough strenght to go ask for help, as we're mostly considered "weak" for not being able to deal with "a bit of sadness" as people so nicely put it most of the time.
 
After visiting the doctor I got sent to a therapist.
A very nice one too.
I saw her a total of 3 times, and then I got a job, that unfortunately gave me workhours that didn't allow me to be able to see her anymore.
She asked me if I needed to see her, but I lied and said things were fine because I had gotten a little bit of my life back in order.
 
 
I got some self-help books, which I like so say helped a bit, but I never finished them because work got a bit overwhelming and I never found time for myself again.
 
 
Jump forward a few months, and my mum passes away.
It didn't really come as a surprise, so it didn't affect me like my dad's death did, even though his wasn't really a surprise either as he was ill with terminal cancer.
 
The only thing that got to me after my mums passing was the funeral stuff.
Juggling 7,5hr workdays and go home and having to do stuff regarding my mums passing was a lot for me to take.
But the thought of being weak and silly came back once more and I swallowed whatever sadness/anxiety I had and continued with work and life as usual.
 
As of late I've been very sensitive and I've had problem sleeping, and having to take naps in the afternoon.
I eat poorly, sometimes I don't eat at all, and then I binge on shitty foods instead.
 
Last summer both the doctor and my therapist recommended going on anti-depressants but my stupid self wanted to heal without medication.
But as of late I have been feeling I do need that push, that little piece of help to calm my mind and help me deal with things.
 
So, I called the doctor this morning and got an appointment for 10am.
Down to the doctors I went, and I was asked about a lot of stuff but one of the things that got to me was if I had had any "dark thoughts" and if I knew what that meant...
I told her I have wanted to 'disappear' for a long time, but I guess she wanted to hear that I do have considered killing myself on a regular basis but the only reason why I am still here is because of my pets. I find no other joy in my life. nothing.
And if I had told her that she most likely still would've said I wasn't even "remotely depressed" and they don't give medication to "those people".
 
I was weeping and I did raise my voice at her because she just didn't seem to understand that I NEED that "push" (she considereds antidepressants to be a push), to help me get better.
But she kept on saying I wasn't depressed enough. That the things I was feeling now was only because my mum had passed away. But I've felt this way ever since my dad said he wasn't going to live much longer and 3 months later he was dead.

Since I felt it was a onesided conversation, I walked out of there after repeatedly telling her I needed that extra help to be able to move past this sadness/anxiety I'm having and get better.
 
I shut the wifi off on both my phone and ipad once I got home.
Have been watching series and movies on my laptop all day and cuddling with the ones I hold most dear, my little furry "anchors" to this world. And I'm going to continue to do that now.
 
Legolas & Chili
 
Legolas & Grace
 
 

Peek-a-boo

Legolas May 28, 2017.
 
 
So even though I left work early due to a fever and feeling like utter crap, it was Legolas's first day without me being home the entire day.
 
Grace and Chili greet me at the door whenever i come home, be it from a short trip to the shop or when I get home from work.
 
Today was no different, but, Legolas came running as well and he kept trying his best to rub up against my legs as cats normally do.
I've had him for a full 3 days now, and it is just something I didn't think would happen so soon.
It fills my heart with soo much joy that he feels at home already, and he consider me to be his human.
 
Shortly after I arrived home I left for the shop to collect some parcels that had arrived today.
I could've waited and collect them another day, as I was feeling very fatigue and disoriented from the fever, but I was very impatient.
 
On my way down to the store I walked past the Veterinary Clinic and booked an appointment to have Legolas fixed.
I was there a few weeks ago and was told that they will do it as early as 4months old, as long as both testicles are there.
Today I was told that they don't normally do it until 6+ months old, and the testicles have to be big enough. And he has to weigh 2-2,5kilos.
He is 11weeks old and weigh 1,3kilos already!
 
I wanted to have him fixed at 16 weeks, which would've been 30th of June, but now we have him booked for August 8.
 
 

The weekend is over.

 
 
 
(All photos are taken with my phone, sorry)
 
Sorry for the lack of blogging this weekend but I did pick up my new little family member on Friday and have been busy making him feel loved, and making my old ladies feel loved as well.
Things have finally settled.
My old ladies are acting alright around him. No group-cuddle sessions on the sofa or anything, but they accept him as a new member of this family. Things are moving in the right direction.