I’m supposed to wait until after I GO TO Montreal to get. A new therapy cat, but I don’t know if I can wait that long. jAIME seriously levelled me and made me feel needed/wanted/ and so kept. Me from going over the edge. She needed me. That need gave me purpose, a.reason to live, Seriously, I’m depressed all the fucking time. The trust treating like a fucking retard doesn’t help. They’ve ssenteencced me to an early death probably, by not securing for me a pool tp swim in regularly, to get safe cardio. They won’t assist me in getting, more independence 0by firing Butch, who0 won’t quit; I’ve checked In short, Butch’s overuse and the Trust’[s unwillingness in advancing my recovery by minimizing Butch and maximizing me, continually frustrates me.
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