fishy tears

I mess up a lot.  To the point that sometimes I can present a pretty convincing argument to myself that I am just a useless, unwanted, untalented piece of trash that isn't worth anything.  That, folks, is what some people call depression, and I think we all go through it at some point in our lives.  For me, it was yesterday.

The real problem is talking myself out of the argument that I have so artfully worked myself into.  And for all of my blessed family and friends, sometimes what I need the most is a quiet companion who likes to cuddle and accepts my state of mind for what it is.

In short, sometimes I need my cat.

In my own weird and roundabout way, I'm just trying to say this: whether you have depression or love somebody who does, you don't always have to exhaust yourself trying to cheer them up or fix their problem.  Sometimes people just need a good listener, or a bear hug, or a no-questions-asked-pillow-fort-and-disney-movies session.

Or sometimes people just need to cope by drawing atrocious cartoons of their cat.

Well, that's what works for me anyways.  I hope this at least cheered somebody up and made them tackle their nearest furry friend (human or otherwise) for support.  Cheers!