Having serious problems dealing with the depression that’s finally hit me since I realised what was going on with the biting. I’m on the floor trying to deal with this. I cuddle up to the puppy and pray it goes away. This is crippling.
I feel like J shouldn’t have to be with someone like me. I wish I was less damaged. I know, however, that I have progressed because I want to sit tight and hunker down til it’s all over.
I’ll cuddle the loving dog in my arms and wait for this to pass. Please god not much longer.