He breaks down the truth, very quickly and without all the BS. Of course, he does have longer videos, but I rarely watch those- too depressing AND as I've said before... wait now... what was I saying...
How does someone such as myself stay away from antidepressants and other meds? It's easy... I don't watch or read the news; I certainly don't watch sad movies. In the 80s, I cried for hours after watching Beaches. And no- for the most part- I don't listen to sad songs. I also don't watch true crime shows about kidnapped/abused/killed kids or abused animals. Of course, I did watch Tiger King- hate that pos. I also watched the one about Alex "Murda"- hate that pos, too.
I don't volunteer at shelters- animal or human; I don't pay attention to caged or chained up animals (something I saw a lot in Hawaii)... so depressing. I don't visit zoos or animal circuses (I'm not sure if they even have circuses anymore). I do LOVE to visit Wildlife Safari, Winston Oregon, even though some of their animals are penned up.
Back in the day, I had to avoid caffeine, because it would put me on cloud nine- WOWWW-WEEEE! However, the drop down could be very painful, so I avoided it, except for a tad bit just to get me going. I already wasn't drinking alcohol, because I didn't drink for 13 years, while raising my kids.
When I met people who were diagnosed as bipolar, I noticed that some would have the coffee in the morning and the whiskey in the afternoon. Umm... I think, even a dog would choose different.
Matter of fact, my dog was so smart, he would sometimes wait until bedtime to eat his dinner, just in case I was going to give him a yummy snack (usually fish or a boiled egg). He didn't want to over do it. Of course, he always had a carrot to nibble on/play with. He absolutely loved when I gave him a few frozen green beans. Lettuce- not so much. He would toss it in the air a few times, while pretending to nibble on it, then just let it drop to the floor. The Lettuce wouldn't even have a single bite mark. People would marvel at his beautiful, white teeth. No, I didn't brush them. And no, I didn't say: look at my dog's white teeth.
Every morning, he and I would have a poached egg for breakfast. One morning, I set his saucer down and went into the bathroom. When I came back out, his egg was still there, waiting for me to join him- so sweet!
Having a pet makes me sad too, though, because deep down, I know they long to be with their own kind... OMG, that's just so sad, to me. I feel so sorry for all the dogs people are bringing into the casinos, these days. Half of them have their tail between their legs- so scared.
My emotional support animal is a fake crow that sits on my dash, when I drive. He sits on a heart shaped, braided, wool trivet. His name is Rave-On (pronounced Raven) the Riveter. I named him after a Van Morrison song (Rave on John Donne). Do I talk to Rave-On? Of course I do (when I get nervous around semi trucks). Yes, semis make me nervous. Rave on John Donne
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