I'm watching my cat sleep and thinking of how we met.
It was a little before Thanksgiving time last year and the fall was being kind to me. I was, unknowingly, beginning my battle with generalized anxiety disorder and panic attacks. Constantly in a state of fear and sleep-deprivation, I tried to occupy my mind with things like tv, alcohol, the internet--but to no avail.
After a sleet-filled drive home from the thanksgiving weekend, I trudged up the shadowy and unlit stairs to my apartment. Approaching the door, I noticed an odd lump on my doorstep. Mistaking it for a neighbor's litter or a dropped shirt, I was about to kick it away when something went "Mee...
...The vet said she was one of the smallest weaned kittens she's ever seen and would have surely died that icy night. After taking her home, I noticed that for the first time in a long time, the anxiety wasn't there.
The fear still comes and goes, but I'm convinced that I needed to find her more than she needed me to find her.
2007-09-13
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