Several days ago, my dad kept asking me if I was depressed, and offered to find a therapist for me. He's under the impression that I'm depressed because I don't have a job. And although that's part of it, there is [i]so[/i] much more that contributes to how I've been feeling... stuff that I really do not care to discuss with either of my parents. I've been interested in seeing a therapist for a while now though and never knew how to bring it up, so I accepted my dad's offer.
Needless to say, I'm not entirely sure how to feel about it. I want to give therapy a try. I haven't gone through it before, so naturally I'm a little nervous. And it's a little daunting to think about talking to someone about how I feel when I'm so used to keeping it to myself.
I guess for now, all I can do is hope for the best and see how it goes.
In other news, one of my pet gerbils, Lolita, is currently dying... She's old for a gerbil, I think she's about three and a half years old now, and I could see it developing over time. She has an abdominal tumor that's been getting worse for the past several months. There's no way to heal it, so all I can do is wait until it overtakes her... It took a turn for the worse today, and now she's barely moving and is having difficulties breathing. I'll be surprised if she lives to the end of the week...
I'm not terribly upset over it, but it does make me sad. I raised both of my gerbils from the moment they were born, and they were the first pets I ever had that were entirely "mine." They were with me through most of my time at college, when I lived on my own.
Lolita lives with her sister, Pikachu. Gerbils always live in pairs, and it's not uncommon for one to get upset when the other dies. Pikachu is just as old as Lolita, but looking much healthier at this point. I hope Pikachu will not miss her sister too much when the time comes.
I'll be sad to see either of them go. :(