Elly is Claire's poultry. She's been MIA since January.Muscovy Wundu -- Here, have a hug:
May I ask who Elly is? Sorry -- the name doesn't ring a bell, and I'm a little confused....
Have another hug; you sound like you need it.
Sending some big hugs your way!!!
Yay!Sending some big hugs your way!!!
Thanks, Muscovy Wunda. I just checked her profile... maybe she's just busy or is going through a tough time in her life that's keeping her away for a time.
hugs right back at ya!
This a good and kind-hearted thread.Howdy folks of BYC my name is Chris aka Trim.
The main purpose of this thread is to create a safe place to let go of the stress of life. I know for myself just having someone to listen is often all I need. If this is something that does not appeal to you, I simply request that you move to a different thread. It's not going to be for everyone and that's okay. It would be great if nobody ever needed help, but some of us do so please be respectful. I have spoke with @Nifty-Chicken in regards to starting this thread and he was very supportive of it. If anytime a person here feels like they are being ridiculed or treated unfair I encourage to report the person and not to feed the trolls.
So...You might be wondering "Why in the world would I talk to this guy?" I can't say I blame you, so I'll share a bit about myself.
I am a 37 year old husband and father to 3 children, 1 of which does not live with me. I suffer from PTSD, depression, and bad anxiety. In my early thirties I was having some digestive issues, and decided to go in for an elective colon resection. To keep the story shorter, my 1 surgery turned in to 4 surgeries and left me very institutionalized. I had many adverse reactions with 2 incidents leading to me flat-lining. I would go for weeks at a time with no food, and my body was so compromised that I couldn't have physical contact with my own children. My normal walking weight is around 190# and I dropped down to about 130#. When I finally got out of the hospitals and was on my own I had a bad case of agoraphobia. Doing simple tasks like checking the mail was out of the question. I was terrified of anything and everyone. Just thinking about touching the front door would make my hands tremble and my heart rate would skyrocket. I'd have a full on anxiety attack without even doing anything. That's not all I dealt with, but paints a good picture. If you have any direct question pertaining to it feel free to ask, but I'm going to continue on. I have been able to address most of my issues, and still do on a regular basis through therapy and a persistent want to live a fulfilled life. In general, you might understand why I might understand.
On my main thread, The Quack Shack myself and some of the members there have had some great heart to hearts about life. People helping people is a beautiful and powerful tool that takes no skill to wield. I'll leave the members nameless for their own privacy, but I have no problem admitting they've helped me with troubles in my life. I mean hold my hand and wipe my tears kind of help. I like to think I've been able to do the same for some of them. For those who I'm speaking about, if you read this, thank you.
The point of this thread is not to be a suicide prevention, however I would like to add some info for those in need of such help. For starters I love you. People love you, and somebody needs you. It only take 10 seconds of bad judgement. Please think twice. If you feel the need to talk with someone about suicidal thoughts, please reach out to the national suicide hotline. I know it sounds a bit cliche, but they've saved many of live that might not be with us today. They can be reached at 1-800-273-8255.
For the time being, I've gotta get started on the chicken chores. If anyone has anything they'd like to get of their chest, please feel free to share. As a community of like minded people there's no good reason we can't help each other.
