A Bit Of A Break

I wasn't going to address this topic here, but to try and ignore it would only add to the stigma and that will serve no one. Since being diagnosed with severe depression/anxiety at the end of April, I've been struggling to find my way to a path that will lead to healing. Medications are there to help, but at first complicate things and I am still at nearly the beginning of that process. The two biggest challenges I'm facing in this moment are first, making space to be alone so as to gain a better understanding of myself and second, being compassionate with myself. These are both foreign concepts to me.

In the meantime, life carries on and I find good moments in among the difficult ones. A thing to celebrate is the garden that I fixed up in our firepit area. I didn't break my back doing it, and had enough energy to make a fire in the afternoon and sit and listen to music for hours. We even had a wiener roast when Kaitlynn got home from work.

Bear Oh Bear...

I should have kept him on a leash, but was only planning on going 1/2 mile or so west and ended up going down a mile then heading south. 1/4 mile or so down that road, I turned around, and Bear was nowhere to be seen. He had found a porcupine and decided for the second time in his life to see what it tasted like. One emergency vet trip later, and a very long day of heavy sleep, and puppers is back to his normal self.