My cat, Bebert, the image that I have as my icon here, has died.
I woke up this morning and found him dead outside the door.
It was completely unexpected. He was about eight years old and was his usual self last night and early in the morning, even up to a couple of hours before.
This was not what I needed at this point, when the new anti-depressants I was taking and whose dose had then been increased seemed to be working; when I was back on track PhD wise, and when things (sleeping, eating, alcohol consumption, self-harming) were generally getting under control.
Hope you will understand if there are no more posts for a bit...