My cat just died at noon on Friday. My dad buried him and instead of mourning him, I spend all Sunday digging a new hole for him because we were getting rid of the hill.
I am completely drained from all that digging and having a period with bad cramps. And my sister says I am stupid because I took to fucking long to bury a 4ft hole.
I can't finish it because it's raining all week. I'm physically and emotionally drained. He was the only thing left in the house and was the one who saved him from suicide.
Now my sister is blaming me for his death. I just don't know.
If you want to help, my commissions are opened. I just at the brink of depression right now.