I know this isn't healthy, but I've been wandering around stores, looking at the cat care aisle, thinking of what could have been. I'm better, but I'm still hurting because he's gone. I still feel guilty and sad. I haven't cried for over a week, but the pain is still very much there. It still feels like my heart was ripped out. My behavior scares me a lot. I don't understand why I keep looking at catfood and other cat things. It's like some part of me thinks I still have a cat. I don't know what to do. I think about him constantly without realizing it. I keep replaying the time he was taken away in my mind. I just can't let go of this. It's only been two weeks, so I guess this is normal. I don't know when the pain will lessen.
I'm not on meds yet, and it's taking way too long. I don't get an appointment until the 6th to prescribe meds. I'm really screwed up right now.
I'm not on meds yet, and it's taking way too long. I don't get an appointment until the 6th to prescribe meds. I'm really screwed up right now.