23rd October 2013

Yesterday, I was asked whether I had taken my meds. I was asked this in a joking way, by a person that I had practically just met, who expected no more of a reply than a smile or a laugh. I haven't taken my medication for a little while now, and it is really obvious how that's affected me. This is the worst I have been feeling with this round of depression than I have done before. Yesterday was a year on from the day that I said goodbye to my beautiful boy Webster, that affected me greatly. I did not deal well with the death of my dog, my best friend and the one that I love at all. I can't help but feel that if he was still with me today, that I would not be in this situation that I am in now. He would always know when I was upset, and he would come and comfort me. I need comforting now, I need comforting from him, but I can no longer get that. Webster slept in my bed room for a few nights before he was sent to the vets. I was so excited for him to come back home, as I had plans to sleep with him every night for the rest of our lives. He was truly what held me together. Everything has gone downhill since he hasn't been around. I miss him, I love him, and I will always love him.