Depression and anxiety have weighed me down for the last two days. How could I go from having a job and paying my bills, having perfect credit and being able to do so many things...to this. The cockatoo escaped this morning, but I couldn't wake up enough to deal with it. Everyone else was milling around trying to either avoid him or capture him. It would have been funnier if I had been awake. Now that I'm awake, I see he's fine and maybe a little bit saucy about having gotten out again. If you don't have parrots you probably don't understand the whole escape thing. None of my other birds try like he does. The afrikan greys could actually just open their cage and walk out, however, they don't. My little orange winged amazon has NO interest in leaving his cage either, he's very territorial. My little brown headed parrot, Bart, he LOVES to get out, but he can only do it if someone leaves his food door open. Yeah, it's happened, and he doesn't go far because we DO have cats, so he just struts around on top of his cage. The cats would NEVER go near my cockatoo though, they are terrified of him, for good reason, he's like twice their size.
I'm not up for long. I have to take my meds. It's been a year and a half of me sulking in pain and ruin. As the government continues to persecute the poor, I find myself losing faith in good things. I want to get better, but I don't think I can.