I'm sorry I'm not better (for you)
I had a lot bottled up I needed to get out; I've had a rough month (more like a rough decade) mental health wise. My cat Jace is one of the few reasons I'm able to get through it, and one of the main reasons I even want to get through it.
He gets sick a lot, and I always worry whether I'm doing enough for him. But no matter what he is always so full of love
When I feel like I have tunnel vision cutting off everything good in the world, he and my other cat Hemera show up like bright lights guiding the way. I love them with all my heart




















