After having a terrible day Monday that left me in a dark place, I’ve spent all morning with antidepressants.
By the middle of the day, I feel much better — almost ready to deal with the world — and these antidepressants don’t have any side effects. They don’t come from a pharmaceutical company. My antidepressants have fur.
See that face at the top? That’s the face Lucy uses to greet me every time I return home to her. That photo showed her happiness in the back yard Monday evening right after I got home. How can it fail to make you feel better when a living creature is this happy to see you?
Some of my antidepressants are more subtle. The cats don’t rush to see me and act happy unless it’s dinner time and they’re loudly demanding what they want. But some of them have their own ways of making me feel better, too.