Once, many years ago, my mom’s cat was very ill. Being the runt of the litter of an overbred cat, he had problems with diverticulum and would probably die within a few months. But he and my mom held on, she even sneaked him into a hospital meant for humans! Turkey kept on pushing on as well, after five surgeries he was still alive! Eventually, after a final fifth surgery that closed the cavity inside of his esophagus, he got better.
My cat’s shining moment
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I have always been very anxious. I don’t know where it started, but from a young age, I wanted to control/make sure that everything in my life would be alright. This has caused me to have anxiety attacks where my heart rate can go up to 170 bpm. During that time period, I am virtually…
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I wished my parents know more about me, my characteristic, my interest. And wished we interacted with each other like we are friends, and explored the world together.
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Of course my parents didn’t tend to our emotional health growing up. They seldom care for their own emotional health! In that generation, most of the men just drink their sorrows away.
