I haven’t written in a while because my life had become sort of displaced. With it, my desire to do anything (including blog) whittled away to nothing.
This summer was a bitch. My depression intensified, and I had to take sick leave from work. My cat died. Then my fiance broke up with me. It seemed that one bad thing after another kept happening and I was already so down that I had no idea how to fix it.
However, the past few months have shown me how resilient I am and how capable I’ve become of taking care of myself. Within a week I had secured a new, pet-friendly apartment, vastly improved my eating habits, and stopped taking sleeping pills every night. These were big steps for me. I realized that I have to take care of myself, because no one else will, nor should I expect them to.
I’m going to try to write more in the future. I feel like good things are already happening. I’m settled in my new place, I have my other kitty companions back, and I feel strong and confident enough to return to work in a couple of weeks. Most of all though, I learned how to rely on myself: that alone is a lesson that is priceless.
To my readers, never ever beg to be with someone who doesn’t want to be with you. You deserve more. And if the other person tells you that you deserve better, believe them.