I am so glad I stumbled on your post. I have had horrible depression and anxiety through the years also and have to work on it everyday. I am looking forward to keeping up with your chickens as I raise mine. I also have 3 silkies. 1 bantam serama rooster
and 1 Jersey giant hen
Part 8 - How the chickens saved me
So harmony is in full swing with the bigs and the littles separated. Now I just spend my days dreaming about the breeding Seramas I am getting in January. Shhh. The husband has no idea they’re coming. Okay, that is only partly true. He knows I want them, he knows I’ve been researching them. He knows I’ve been acquiring a set up for them.The part he doesn’t know is that they’ve already been paid for and are flying to our coop in less than a month. I’m beyond excited to start my adventure with Seramas. I’m breeding for SOP because I want to enter shows. You probably noticed the title of my thread is “The chickens that saved me.” I’ll go into that a bit now
I’ve struggled for many years with depression. I was doing great for a very long time. And then in February, my Great-Grandma died. Then my Grandpa in July followed by my Grandma in August. Three of the most important people in my life all taken within months. There were two other life changing events that I will not go into, but they are heavy and a constant source of emotion for me. One of those tragedies forced me to leave the job I loved. I am an EMT and was working on an ambulance saving lives and helping people. It is my passion. But I was working 24 to 48 hour shifts, keeping me from my own home and children. I was missing out of birthdays, weddings, school activities and so much more. So I quit and took a job that allows me to work from home and has normal hours. I enjoy my job now, but my heart was left on the ambulance. So, now being home nearly 24/7, left me with a lot of time to become lost in my sorrow and worries. I needed a hobby, a distraction. Something that depended on me. That is how the chickens saved me.
I spend a great deal of time with them. When I’m with the tiny raptors, as I lovingly call them, nothing else matters. They get excited when they hear me coming. They talk to me with their little chicken noises and happily take their treats from my hands. A few of them love to jump up and sit on me for while and one especially loves to have her neck scratched. I love on the ones who come to me for it and I simply observe the ones who don’t. The coop and run is my happy place. It’s where I go to forget my troubles. I want to give them the absolute best life possible because of all they give me. So they’re pretty spoiled and I’m already dreaming up ways to improve their current coop and run this coming Spring.
My next few posts will be introductions or each one in my flock. If you’re still reading, thank you.
and 1 Jersey giant hen