friendly reminder that:
- you are not weak if you want meds for your disorder
- you are not weak if you relapse once
- you are not weak if you relapse a thousand times
- you are not weak if some kinds of therapy don’t work for you
- you are not weak if some kinds of meds don’t work for you
- you are not weak if you have a mental disorder.
(Source: sadqueerpunk, via strangevege)
Computer screen blue looks really nice against my pale sickly skin color. 🐔
Three years ago today in Anchorage, Alaska, this liddle dog turned 8 and was in a shelter on his birthday. After thinking a severely abused anxiety ridden dog needed too much care for someone who had never had a dog before, I almost made the biggest mistake of my life and told the shelter volunteers he wasn’t the dog for me. After taking one last look around, this dog looked up at me with his crazy smile and let me know I needed to bring him home. This is the first picture I ever took of me and Rocky, and I would never have guessed he was obsessed with giving me kisses!
Today, my dog turns 11. I love Rocky more than life itself; he is my best friend, my protector, my defender, my cuddle bug, my fighter, my everything. Rocky has gotten me through the hardest times of my life, and even though I may have saved him from the shelter, he has saved me from myself. I thank Rocky everyday for never leaving my side, but today is just a liddle more special. We may have only been a part of each others lives for only three years so far, but I can’t imagine my life without him.
Happy Birthday, Boo. I love you so much!
I’m running out of “good” excuses for selfies. 🐳
Tiny really cute rings distract you away from my sausage fingers 🐷🐷🐷