I haven't been blogging a lot lately. It's because I decided to take my shrink's advice and get out of the house.
His theory was that moping around the house wasn't good for me. It wouldn't be good for anyone, but in my case I'd been housebound for months while taking care of my late lamented kitty. Being here all the time, he thought, was probably retraumatizing.
So I pledged to get out of the house three days a week. I have to go to physical therapy anyway, and PT is close to my volunteer gig at the animal shelter, so I'm spending more time thinking about cats than my own misery. When you're depressed, this can't help but be a good thing.
His theory was that moping around the house wasn't good for me. It wouldn't be good for anyone, but in my case I'd been housebound for months while taking care of my late lamented kitty. Being here all the time, he thought, was probably retraumatizing.
So I pledged to get out of the house three days a week. I have to go to physical therapy anyway, and PT is close to my volunteer gig at the animal shelter, so I'm spending more time thinking about cats than my own misery. When you're depressed, this can't help but be a good thing.
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