The other day, I was threatened on the bus. I don't wanna get into the more gruesome details, but it had to do with both death and rape. For the rest of the evening, I was a wreck. I had multiple panic attacks, completely broke down, and almost self harmed again. My mom heard me over the phone, and she told me calmly to take my medicine and try spending time with Marcy. I got my hydroxyzine, but I was scared of getting Marcy. What if he was freaked out by my crying and anxiety?
He started to slow down when I came near to feed him, and acted much calmer than he normally does. He's just a baby, but he acted so ridiculously mature and polite that I thought he was a wise old man. I picked him up, took him to my bed, and he let me pet him as he snuggled up close to me. The texture of petting his scales pulled me out of my panic attack pretty fast. He even let me pet his soft beard, which he normally hates. As things went on, I realized how bright he was, because I was worried something was wrong, and realized that he was just happy to see me happy again. That then made me realize that so far, whenever I've been really depressed, Marcy always does what he can do snap me out of it! Either he runs around in circles, does the cutest thing where he sits on his butt and holds onto the door (yes, of course I'll attach an image),
or goes up onto his log and hangs there like a little monkey.
The next day, he was very patient with me while I stayed home from school. Sometimes, I get scared I'm completely ruining everything for him, but then I realize that he really loves me. If he cares enough to help me when I'm anxious, I must be doing something right.
He started to slow down when I came near to feed him, and acted much calmer than he normally does. He's just a baby, but he acted so ridiculously mature and polite that I thought he was a wise old man. I picked him up, took him to my bed, and he let me pet him as he snuggled up close to me. The texture of petting his scales pulled me out of my panic attack pretty fast. He even let me pet his soft beard, which he normally hates. As things went on, I realized how bright he was, because I was worried something was wrong, and realized that he was just happy to see me happy again. That then made me realize that so far, whenever I've been really depressed, Marcy always does what he can do snap me out of it! Either he runs around in circles, does the cutest thing where he sits on his butt and holds onto the door (yes, of course I'll attach an image),
or goes up onto his log and hangs there like a little monkey.
The next day, he was very patient with me while I stayed home from school. Sometimes, I get scared I'm completely ruining everything for him, but then I realize that he really loves me. If he cares enough to help me when I'm anxious, I must be doing something right.
