This is some of the best advice that I needed to hear.
I have insomnia, so sleeping is a huge issue, but I take medicine for it, but it hit or miss.
Today I opened a book to start reading to kind of take my mind elsewhere (The Dark Tower series, FWIW).
I want to work out again, but finding the motivation is beyond hard at the moment. I know i can do it, but all I can think about is my wife with some cult member. It's tearing me up inside. It's consuming my every thought.
I would love to adopt a new pup, but ours will not accept them at their stage in life. Our Pom, Ella, turns 15 in December, and she's very, very bossy, and in our circle of trust she doesn't like other pups. It took her literally 9 years to accept Nico.
Nico, being a Labrabull, turns 12 in January, and is extremely needy. She's very sweet, but if attention is taken off of her she can get aggressive.
Our babies that passed were Prince, a Pomchi, Tink, who was a Chihuahua, and Dominoe, who was a Labrabull and Nico's bear friend. Prince was the leader of the pack, so when he passed they were all depressed as much as me. He kept order. He was my first. My baby. My soul mate.
I want to adopt a Chihuahua puppy, but I worry about Ella and her health. Prince passed from heart disease at 15, and Tink from kidney disease at 16. They were my true soul mate companions and we did everything together. They loved car rides and exploring. Ella is the last of our small babies, but she doesn't enjoy care rides. What I miss the most is coming home and being greeted and them talking to me telling me how much they missed me and got ready for their ride, and then we would come home and go on walks, with Prince leading the pack. It's like I cannot accept their passing. My mind won't allow it, so I cry. I need grief counseling, but I'm not even sure it would help.
I am now watching what I eat and drink, and I stopped drinking alcohol 7 years ago. I gotta quit energy drinks now, and that's hard.