I've never successfully maintained a blog for any extended period of time. However, because I am a sufferer of mental health problems, I feel it is my duty to at least attempt to share my situation and help to do my part (all be it ever so small) to edge our society away from stigmatizing us.
I don't know how well I'll do chronicling my daily struggles here, but I'll certainly be committed to giving it my best shot. Along the way, if it only assists even just one person, any fallout will be worth it and, at the end of the day, if there's comfort / support / aid / whatever to be had, it'll definitely make life better for me as well.
Sometimes just knowing you're not alone is enough. Here you are most emphatically not and if you ever need someone to only listen, please feel free to email me. Because I'm glad you've stopped by and you are always welcome. Via this, maybe we can all make it to a brighter, more functional day. So read on my brothers and sisters....
Forever peace,
Kemi~
faithfool@gmail.com
Social Group: Unsanity
I don't know how well I'll do chronicling my daily struggles here, but I'll certainly be committed to giving it my best shot. Along the way, if it only assists even just one person, any fallout will be worth it and, at the end of the day, if there's comfort / support / aid / whatever to be had, it'll definitely make life better for me as well.
Sometimes just knowing you're not alone is enough. Here you are most emphatically not and if you ever need someone to only listen, please feel free to email me. Because I'm glad you've stopped by and you are always welcome. Via this, maybe we can all make it to a brighter, more functional day. So read on my brothers and sisters....
Forever peace,
Kemi~
faithfool@gmail.com
Social Group: Unsanity
Ode to a Baby Bunny
Posted 31st May 2009 at 08:51 AM by joyfool
Night before last we let our mutts out to go potty in the backyard when we heard this high-pitched noise. Many of their toys make the same squeaky sound so I just assumed that somehow one had made it outdoors with them.
Lo and behold though, I realized they were fighting over it much more than they normally do and when I went to investigate, it moved!
It was a itsy bitsy brown baby bunny, no bigger than the palm of my hand and now s/he had been injured by my overzealous dogs. Poor baby had a tiny bit of blood leaking from a puncture in his / her tiny side.
I cradled it in my hand and tried to keep it warm. I held it for the longest time, hoping s/he would calm down and just drift off to sleep. It's breathing was labored and eventually grew so thin that I was sure s/he was gone.
Then I took a wash rag and wrapped it up securely and placed it back in the hole it came from, being careful to make sure my heathens were safely locked in the house. After that I said a prayer and hoped for a miracle, or at least that its mama would come back for it and nurse it back to health.
I cried myself to sleep.
In the morning when I got up, the precious baby bunny was nowhere to be found. And as much as I'd like to believe God answered my call, I instead think my husband did.... by burying the baby and saying s/he was already gone when he awoke. Ya see, he's a great guy like that.
So no matter what, I'm thankful for my encounter and that the bunny wasn't alone in his / her final moments. It just looked so innocent and sweet. Also, for this great fellow I married who always cares so much about the things I care too much about. I'm so blessed.
Thoughtfully,
Kemi~
Lo and behold though, I realized they were fighting over it much more than they normally do and when I went to investigate, it moved!
It was a itsy bitsy brown baby bunny, no bigger than the palm of my hand and now s/he had been injured by my overzealous dogs. Poor baby had a tiny bit of blood leaking from a puncture in his / her tiny side.
I cradled it in my hand and tried to keep it warm. I held it for the longest time, hoping s/he would calm down and just drift off to sleep. It's breathing was labored and eventually grew so thin that I was sure s/he was gone.
Then I took a wash rag and wrapped it up securely and placed it back in the hole it came from, being careful to make sure my heathens were safely locked in the house. After that I said a prayer and hoped for a miracle, or at least that its mama would come back for it and nurse it back to health.
I cried myself to sleep.
In the morning when I got up, the precious baby bunny was nowhere to be found. And as much as I'd like to believe God answered my call, I instead think my husband did.... by burying the baby and saying s/he was already gone when he awoke. Ya see, he's a great guy like that.
So no matter what, I'm thankful for my encounter and that the bunny wasn't alone in his / her final moments. It just looked so innocent and sweet. Also, for this great fellow I married who always cares so much about the things I care too much about. I'm so blessed.
Thoughtfully,
Kemi~
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And this is just one of the many reasons why you deserve so much better than some of the hands you were dealt, nakama.
Poor bunny. Good thing I'm not an over-emotional sap who wears his heart on his sleeve and loves too much.
Oh wait...
Crap. ::HRK:: I'M NOT CRYING, IT WAS A STROKE, THAT'S ALL!Posted 1st June 2009 at 08:15 PM by Blinus 
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Thank you love. As usual, your tender-heartedness is a beauty to behold. And although I'm sorry I made you sad, I am glad you're virtually here to share it with me. S/he was a gorgeous little bunny after all.
Posted 4th June 2009 at 02:03 PM by joyfool
