Routines are critical for me in combating my depression and anxiety. Being responsible for other creatures keeps me focused.
With four cats, I had to give up the prospect of adopting any more. It seemed that our three-story house was filled to capacity with feline friends. And yet… I couldn’t stop stalking shelter web sites.
Between the biological urge of my body, and the now raging doubt in my brain, I am stuck. I love my foster kids, all 4 of them, but I just don’t know if I want to do it again “for real.”