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Since the original post, I've been working pretty hard to pull myself out of the initial depressive phase that prompted the OP. I don't know if it's due to sheer force of will or on the other hand simply the vagaries of fluctuating neurochemistry, but I did start to feel better.

Which is a good thing. Shortly after posting this a very dear friend passed awaysuddenly, tragically and unexpectedly. It was a brutal shock, if I was still in a deep depression, don't think I would've been able to handle it nor the responsibilities that came along with my friends death.

That said, through this tragedy I hit upon what appears to be a flat out cure: feline influence. Heidi (RIP) fostered a cat, which I adopted. I was a little worried about it, because Heidi had not had her very long and had told me that the cat was not very personable. That she like to hide from other people and it wasn't very much into being petted. But even after the trauma of having two strangers coming to her home, stuff are in a duffel bag and then drive her blind 50 miles north, to be deposited into a little RV, she doesn't seem to mind very much.

She stayed in the duffel bag for about six hours during which I just left her alone, but when she came out she was mewling for attention. She's been by my side since- sleeping with me in the bed, playing with the laser pointer and her plethora of toys, is eating, pissing, sleeping and crapping normally and I find myself with wearing a smile more so than I have in a while.

The day after I brought her home there was a small article in the New York Times about a new study on just that, the findings being that when depressed people interact with animals that stress hormones are reduced and production of endorphins increases and I must concur from my own findings; my cat is getting me high.

Of course in the back of my mind I think she's an incarnation of some great healer, and she is helping to remove some of the negative energy in this place, clearing the setting for a psychedelic experiment. For the benefit of the cat (and me), I did some serious spring cleaning in the yard be scrubbing it floor-to-ceiling, putting fresh flowers in it, setting up a couple altars and just making it a nice pleasant place to be. Now that that's done, I asked Satan Claws for some mushrooms and found them in my mailbox this morning. It's all goes well today now that I have a good set and setting as well as a sitter I believe the experiment will commence this weekend. Report coming soon...

»»EDIT»» my iPhone hates me, I don't know why my pictures come out sideways. She's talented but not that talented

<blockquote data-quote="null24" data-source="post: 3773159" data-attributes="member: 7">Since the original post, I&#039;ve been working pretty hard to pull myself out of the initial depressive phase that prompted the OP. I don&#039;t know if it&#039;s due to sheer force of will or on the other hand simply the vagaries of fluctuating neurochemistry, but I did start to feel better. Which is a good thing. Shortly after posting this <a href="https://www.dmt-nexus.me/forum/default.aspx?g=posts&amp;t=69780" target="_blank">a very dear friend passed away</a>suddenly, tragically and unexpectedly. It was a brutal shock, if I was still in a deep depression, don&#039;t think I would&#039;ve been able to handle it nor the responsibilities that came along with my friends death.That said, through this tragedy I hit upon what appears to be a flat out cure: feline influence. Heidi (RIP) fostered a cat, which I adopted. I was a little worried about it, because Heidi had not had her very long and had told me that the cat was not very personable. That she like to hide from other people and it wasn&#039;t very much into being petted. But even after the trauma of having two strangers coming to her home, stuff are in a duffel bag and then drive her blind 50 miles north, to be deposited into a little RV, she doesn&#039;t seem to mind very much.She stayed in the duffel bag for about six hours during which I just left her alone, but when she came out she was mewling for attention. She&#039;s been by my side since- sleeping with me in the bed, playing with the laser pointer and her plethora of toys, is eating, pissing, sleeping and crapping normally and I find myself with wearing a smile more so than I have in a while.The day after I brought her home there was a small article in the New York Times about a new study on just that, the findings being that when depressed people interact with animals that stress hormones are reduced and production of endorphins increases and I must concur from my own findings; my cat is getting me high. Of course in the back of my mind I think she&#039;s an incarnation of some great healer, and she is helping to remove some of the negative energy in this place, clearing the setting for a psychedelic experiment. For the benefit of the cat (and me), I did some serious spring cleaning in the yard be scrubbing it floor-to-ceiling, putting fresh flowers in it, setting up a couple altars and just making it a nice pleasant place to be. Now that that&#039;s done, I asked Satan Claws for some mushrooms and found them in my mailbox this morning. It&#039;s all goes well today now that I have a good set and setting as well as a sitter I believe the experiment will commence this weekend. Report coming soon...»»EDIT»» my iPhone hates me, I don&#039;t know why my pictures come out sideways. She&#039;s talented but not that talented</blockquote>

[QUOTE="null24, post: 3773159, member: 7"] Since the original post, I've been working pretty hard to pull myself out of the initial depressive phase that prompted the OP. I don't know if it's due to sheer force of will or on the other hand simply the vagaries of fluctuating neurochemistry, but I did start to feel better. Which is a good thing. Shortly after posting this [url=https://www.dmt-nexus.me/forum/default.aspx?g=posts&t=69780]a very dear friend passed away[/url]suddenly, tragically and unexpectedly. It was a brutal shock, if I was still in a deep depression, don't think I would've been able to handle it nor the responsibilities that came along with my friends death. That said, through this tragedy I hit upon what appears to be a flat out cure: feline influence. Heidi (RIP) fostered a cat, which I adopted. I was a little worried about it, because Heidi had not had her very long and had told me that the cat was not very personable. That she like to hide from other people and it wasn't very much into being petted. But even after the trauma of having two strangers coming to her home, stuff are in a duffel bag and then drive her blind 50 miles north, to be deposited into a little RV, she doesn't seem to mind very much. She stayed in the duffel bag for about six hours during which I just left her alone, but when she came out she was mewling for attention. She's been by my side since- sleeping with me in the bed, playing with the laser pointer and her plethora of toys, is eating, pissing, sleeping and crapping normally and I find myself with wearing a smile more so than I have in a while. The day after I brought her home there was a small article in the New York Times about a new study on just that, the findings being that when depressed people interact with animals that stress hormones are reduced and production of endorphins increases and I must concur from my own findings; my cat is getting me high. Of course in the back of my mind I think she's an incarnation of some great healer, and she is helping to remove some of the negative energy in this place, clearing the setting for a psychedelic experiment. For the benefit of the cat (and me), I did some serious spring cleaning in the yard be scrubbing it floor-to-ceiling, putting fresh flowers in it, setting up a couple altars and just making it a nice pleasant place to be. Now that that's done, I asked Satan Claws for some mushrooms and found them in my mailbox this morning. It's all goes well today now that I have a good set and setting as well as a sitter I believe the experiment will commence this weekend. Report coming soon... »»EDIT»» my iPhone hates me, I don't know why my pictures come out sideways. She's talented but not that talented [/QUOTE]