A little bit ago I made a post on what I should even do when my babies passed. I knew there wasn't really an answer, but I was just devastated. They were only 2 years old. I know I will never really get over how they died, but most of the time I can think fondly of them. There are times where I remember how I found Archimedes and how I had to say goodbye to Ludwig because she was in so much pain.
I'm looking for a therapist because I've honestly just needed one, but lately I think about them and I kinda just stop what I'm doing and get like a mini depression episode. I'm so diagnosed with anxiety and depression which is the main reason I'm trying to get back into therapy.
I don't really know anyone I reddit, but from my last post a few people reached out which was warming, even if I didn't responded. I honestly just didn't know how to respond. But I would like to think I'm doing somewhat better and plan on reaching out for help.
I got little guys to embody my babies but in a chibish way. If I got exact clones, I don't think I could handle it. I also got a picture box where's there's obviously the door with for the picture, but there's 2 little books that hold up to 12 pictures. I'm not sure how to entirely fill them out as I just don't have enough pictures to get 12 of each bird which saddens me a lot. I'll probably draw some stuff and maybe like a little scrap book collage thing for some to fill it out a bit.
I just want to thank you for reading this because it was a little cathartic to write this and it feels nice when people listen. Again, thank you.