What Are You Grateful For Today?

[Freddyt]

Neighbours and friends..... For re-shingleing my garage roof and cutting down a tree in the yard that got out of hand the last couple years.

 

[StillPen]

I am grateful for my physical health, my family and my home.

 

[Teasel]

Cats & dogs.

 

[StillPen]

I am grateful for my T, who never gets to talk much as I babble on non-stop saying all the thougts, feelings and traumas I couldn't talk about growing up. She listens and writes mad notes and says "it is my honor" when I say thank you for listening, at the end of our sessions.

 

[StillPen]

I am going to try to post something in this thread on a daily basis as it helps me remember how much I have in life besides my diagnoses and their symptoms.

Today, I am grateful sunny days. They naturally help keep my depression at bay.

 

[Survivor3]

For my friends on here, old and new.

for my counsellor whom is a rock in my life and helps me navigate my problems no matter what I throw at him.

for my mum who comes to see me and brings me home cooked food.

for having somewhere to live.

 

[StillPen]

I am very grateful for coffee.

 

[8888]

A new octopus fidget toy I just got, it's so relaxing.

 

[Teasel]

Improved mood. Sooooo grateful ❤

 

[StillPen]

My imagination!

 

[Friday]

TheCat’s Summer Routine

Upon exiting the house to the deck he first -as polite society dictates- attempts to hop his warm furry body onto your sweat slick bare legs to show his devotion both to you, and to offer the protection his -graciously left behind- fur will offer your puny hairless human legs from the sun.

He will ask -as decreed by the gods- 3 times, with increasing insistence, until he is certain that your refusal is not simply polite, but that you actually wish him to go enjoy himself, with no thought of the comfort of others.

Whereupon he will flop himself down in the brightest, sunniest spot, to perform tummy-magic. Twisting and angling about, until every fiber of his being is sufficed with JOY.

It is now time to seek the shade. And to sleep. Allowing the finer details of sunshine belly magic to infuse his entire being.

After many hours, instead of simply returning inside, it is time to stretch out to one’s entire length across the deck, before the door… like a man dying of thirst reaching for the water just out of his grasp. And lay there. Like a dead thing. To determine how many humans will open said door, how many times, in order to prove their devotion. If an appropriate number has been reached? One may actually enter the house. If today’s count is, however, somehow lacking? One might choose to elicit the tiniest of meows, perhaps a whimper or three, a pitiable expression added as one’s discretion dictates… to spur one’s humans to taking appropriate action, and open the door. Not to enter, of course. To improve their training, in hopes that they might -someday- be worthy of polite society, and perhaps even favor from the gods.

 

[Mee]

A can of cola- Our rescue orphan lamb was choking and I used a horse vets’ trick of pouring cola down his gullet and the blockage came straight up.
The lamb - who is greedy and Lardy- then came back and started begging for the cola ( no - of course I didn’t give it to him! )