Marry, Fuck, Kill.
Using only characters from Tom Hiddleston’s career. ANNNNNNND GO!
Who would you choose?
Templeton passed away this morning at around 3 am. He was lethargic yesterday morning and literally developed hind-end degeneration overnight which leads me to believe he suffered a seizure or series of seizures. I made an appointment with the vet, but around 10:30 pm last night I knew he wasn’t going to make it through the night. He was about 3 years old.
He was nice a nice rat with an absolutely fantastic personality and he’s going to be missed so much.
My rats are a year old. I don’t even want to think of them passing. I feel sadness for you, fellow rat-owner. I hope you are doing well. *internet hug*
His Star Fours birthday party was awesome and fun!! We have the best family of friends in the world!
The following short story was written on August 12, 2014; the day after Robin Williams took himself away from this world and all of us. (I realize how selfish that sentence is.)
As someone who suffers from and struggles with depression, has attempted suicide in my past, and who was going through a particularly difficult time, his death hit me very hard and I needed a way to cope. Writing is my sanctuary; the place I can expel whatever ails me, or highlight what lifts me up.
For me, like so many others, Robin Williams was literally around my entire life. I grew up on reruns of Happy Daysand Mork & Mindy (among many other gems) and Robin Williams films. Some of my favorites are Dead Poets Society, One Hour Photo, Good Will Hunting, Jack, and The Bird Cage.
For me, he was someone like myself. He is twice my age, but we were connected with our silent, embarrassing, and guilt-ridden defunct brains. He did teach me how to make people laugh and smile, how to care for others. It does make you feel good, but eventually everyone leaves either because it’s time to go home or because life always ends.
Some have called him a coward because they lack empathy and respect. For me, he is always going to be the boss, the master, the one who helped me through so many trials while he struggled with his own. He got me.
His reaction to my short story.
At least I have this payasa to cuddle me while I mourn Robin Williams and recuperate from the day I’ve had. #stopthestigma If you suffer with mental illness please, at least, don’t be afraid to talk about it. If you are fortunate enough to not suffer from any form of mental illness please be mindful of things you say. For example, if you don’t get something you want do not tell everyone how depressed you are about it because chances are I’m sitting over here wishing I could forget the days I attempted suicide. Thankfully, people always caught me and saved my life. Or the times of cut myself, starve myself, lie in bed for days under covers in a dark room, cry out of absolutely nowhere, etc. I seriously popped a couple of my CereVive supplements to make sure I don’t crumple into a ball over this. What an odd day altogether.