Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
15,040 Days Alive
94 Days till Hanukkah
77 Days Since Spock Passed Away
65 Days Since I Turned 41
0 Days Since I’ve Broken Down Crying
I miss him so fucking much. It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fucking fair. I got sixteen years with my beloved Spockeroni, but my love for him is now grief, as grief is love with nowhere to go.
I’m going to bed. Happy start of the -ber months, y’all.
Take your meds, folks.
15,002 Days Alive
313 Miles Travelled Today
2 Chicago-Style Hot Dogs Eaten
Trigger warnings: loss of pet, grief, depression
I miss my Spock. He passed away, in my arms, on the 16th of June. Five weeks and I am still devastated. He was 16 and will be greatly, greatly missed.
Continue reading “Of Passing and Packing”
14,961 Days Alive
I got to make cold processed soap today with Owl. I am more than a little worried because Mr. Spock is under the weather and he’s just so damn old for a cat.
I’m going to bed in self-defense.
Take your meds, folks.
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