I forgot to mention, I had horrible nightmares all night. Bubba woke me up by bringing me a live mockingbird, through the pet door. The terrified screams got me out of bed quickly, and I mounted a rescue mission.
Bubba has a very "soft" mouth, and didn't PHYSICALLY injure the bird. I caught the little guy, and put him outside. Unlike many of my other rescues, he immediately grasped the concept of "outside", flying off.
I am probably beginning to run a little depressed again. Curses.
A, I wasn't sure if you felt comfortable with me publishing your comment; my default is to wait. In my case I feel being open about my illness gives me the opportunity to educate. Someone at work was having delusions and paranoia, and I was able to reassure her that a tiny little pill every day did a great job for me.
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no worries, go ahead and publish. it's not like my entire name will be published ;-)
mental illness is nothing to be ashamed about. it's genetic and biological, like cancer or diabetes.
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