It's been a while, hello Depression thread.
All in all, I'm really doing quite well of recent because I made a new friend for the first time since high school. Like, actual friend that likes to hang out and do stuff, not friendly acquaintance who forgets I exist as soon as we stop interacting in the usual context or Internet friends who are usually nameless and faceless and voiceless. End of October, start of November may have been the best few weeks I've had in my adult life. 2020 then sucker punched me on the way out by taking my job from me literally on December 30, but surprisingly I was able to find work relatively quickly this time. The job is slightly worse -- about the same pay but I like it less and the commute blows -- but I suppose beggars can't be choosers and my finances are no worse for the wear. Anyway, I made a friend and it feels good to actually be wanted for once in my life. Now if I could just find romance too...
As for why I'm posting again, I lost one of my two cats last month if anyone else has happens to view the Cats thread. I just suddenly lost his brother today as well, so I'm rather grieving right now and just kinda feeling down about it all. My dog's been missing since Friday as well and, though a few years ago he did go missing for six days once only to be found and returned, I'm not going to automatically assume he'll make it this time. I may have gone from three pets to zero in the span of a month.
My mother didn't want us to get more pets after these boys passed, so if she doesn't change her mind about that it'd be the first time I've ever been without at least one pet in my life for any substantial length of time. (I've been alone briefly between other pets in the past, of course.) I'm not in good enough financial position to consider moving out yet, that's probably another year or two away which I want to do anyway for more career and social opportunities, but I myself have wondered whether or not I want to continue having pets in my life. I think a lot of it is that I've been lonely for a long time on the human front and as much as I've loved my cuddly critters over the years, they're just no substitute for another human. But also I wouldn't necessarily mind not having hair all over everything all the time or saving the cost of care over time. Maybe the recent heartache too, but I realize that's ultimately an inevitability of life and I would do well to remember the good times I had with them rather than dwell on the loss.
I know my problems don't really compare to other recent posts here, I'm just grieving.
All in all, I'm really doing quite well of recent because I made a new friend for the first time since high school. Like, actual friend that likes to hang out and do stuff, not friendly acquaintance who forgets I exist as soon as we stop interacting in the usual context or Internet friends who are usually nameless and faceless and voiceless. End of October, start of November may have been the best few weeks I've had in my adult life. 2020 then sucker punched me on the way out by taking my job from me literally on December 30, but surprisingly I was able to find work relatively quickly this time. The job is slightly worse -- about the same pay but I like it less and the commute blows -- but I suppose beggars can't be choosers and my finances are no worse for the wear. Anyway, I made a friend and it feels good to actually be wanted for once in my life. Now if I could just find romance too...

As for why I'm posting again, I lost one of my two cats last month if anyone else has happens to view the Cats thread. I just suddenly lost his brother today as well, so I'm rather grieving right now and just kinda feeling down about it all. My dog's been missing since Friday as well and, though a few years ago he did go missing for six days once only to be found and returned, I'm not going to automatically assume he'll make it this time. I may have gone from three pets to zero in the span of a month.
My mother didn't want us to get more pets after these boys passed, so if she doesn't change her mind about that it'd be the first time I've ever been without at least one pet in my life for any substantial length of time. (I've been alone briefly between other pets in the past, of course.) I'm not in good enough financial position to consider moving out yet, that's probably another year or two away which I want to do anyway for more career and social opportunities, but I myself have wondered whether or not I want to continue having pets in my life. I think a lot of it is that I've been lonely for a long time on the human front and as much as I've loved my cuddly critters over the years, they're just no substitute for another human. But also I wouldn't necessarily mind not having hair all over everything all the time or saving the cost of care over time. Maybe the recent heartache too, but I realize that's ultimately an inevitability of life and I would do well to remember the good times I had with them rather than dwell on the loss.
I know my problems don't really compare to other recent posts here, I'm just grieving.