I'd been depressed for a long time. I mean, several years. Unwilling to hold down a job, missing my medication, developing a drinking problem. I spent a long time avoiding friends and family, feeling worthless and ashamed.
It was two days after my birthday; and the night after I'd gotten dangerously intoxicated. I had officially hit rock bottom. It was on a whim that I'd taken the cash I'd received for my birthday and gone to the pet store. I returned home with Chester and all the accessories.
More than two months later, I've done a complete 180. He's reignited my passion and love, life, cooking, art and nature. I'm working, enjoying friends and family, and have stopped drinking entirely. I'm also happily tapering off my anti-anxiety/ anti-depressant medication and using music therapy in lieu of.
I've had pets for more than ten years at a time, and I loved them very much. But nothing quite compares to the love, joy and excitement I get from spending time with my fuzzy little friend, even months down the road. He's helped me save me from myself without even knowing it.
This was a hard thing to share on such a public forum. If any of you have similar stories, or just want to share how your Chinny has changed your life, I invite you to do so!
