anniedabannie
Junior Guinea Pig
I'm quite new to this forum but I have a story I think all you lovely people will understand 
I have been suffering with major depression for quite a long time, but have recently started feeling better thanks to my two furry best friends!
A few days before my 16th birthday, I made an attempt on my own life and honestly felt there was no point in going on any more. It seemed to my melodramatic mind that nothing was going right, and in the weeks after my attempt I struggled to eat, sleep or keep up friendships. I even struggled to keep myself clean
(though I wouldn't have said that was all that abnormal for teenagers)
I lost a lot. My grades at school fell, my best friend said I was too hard to deal with and even my mum got to a point where she said she felt like she was walking on eggshells with me.
Then eventually I won the ongoing 'discussion', and managed to convince my parents to let me have two guinea pigs in my bedroom
After they got home, for a while I thought I'd made a huge mistake and was doing a bad job looking after them. They soon settled in though and now I can't imagine life without them
And without them, I'm not entirely sure I'd be here saying this, because there have been times during recovery where I've felt like giving up again but then Poldark or Sage will come up to the bars and wheek at me and I know I can't go anywhere just yet because my boys need their veg xD
But anyway. Sod antidepressants. Guinea pigs are better than fluoxetine any day <3


I have been suffering with major depression for quite a long time, but have recently started feeling better thanks to my two furry best friends!
A few days before my 16th birthday, I made an attempt on my own life and honestly felt there was no point in going on any more. It seemed to my melodramatic mind that nothing was going right, and in the weeks after my attempt I struggled to eat, sleep or keep up friendships. I even struggled to keep myself clean

I lost a lot. My grades at school fell, my best friend said I was too hard to deal with and even my mum got to a point where she said she felt like she was walking on eggshells with me.
Then eventually I won the ongoing 'discussion', and managed to convince my parents to let me have two guinea pigs in my bedroom

After they got home, for a while I thought I'd made a huge mistake and was doing a bad job looking after them. They soon settled in though and now I can't imagine life without them

And without them, I'm not entirely sure I'd be here saying this, because there have been times during recovery where I've felt like giving up again but then Poldark or Sage will come up to the bars and wheek at me and I know I can't go anywhere just yet because my boys need their veg xD
But anyway. Sod antidepressants. Guinea pigs are better than fluoxetine any day <3
