Once, many years ago, my mom’s cat was very ill. Being the runt of the litter of an overbred cat, he had problems with diverticulum and would probably die within a few months. But he and my mom held on, she even sneaked him into a hospital meant for humans! Turkey kept on pushing on as well, after five surgeries he was still alive! Eventually, after a final fifth surgery that closed the cavity inside of his esophagus, he got better.
My cat’s shining moment
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My parents only cared about my grades. I think they may have been depressed while I was growing up. Definitely, no one practiced self-help techniques or knew about them in my family.
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I am glad that I got help. Behavior therapy was like having a second teacher that goes to your house, only they don’t teach math. They teach you coping skills. Coping skills are methods used to calm yourself down in stressful situations. I learned coping skills very easily, as coping skills are just stuff like…
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I have always been very anxious. I don’t know where it started, but from a young age, I wanted to control/make sure that everything in my life would be alright. This has caused me to have anxiety attacks where my heart rate can go up to 170 bpm. During that time period, I am virtually…
