Today, I have a guest post from the delightful Liz Young.
I am humbled by what I am about to share with you; I am grateful for the opportunity to share this story and cause.
This woman’s journey, her service and dedication — speechless.
Please take a moment to read this …
(and I don’t say this often, but if you can, please share ..)
Hi. My name is Liz. I run a Facebook page: facebook.com/thespermwhaleandbowlofpetunias.
It’s my blog and way to reach out to educate, eliminate stigma about mental health, and embrace equality of all sorts. I have spent my life as a life of service. Rescuing and fostering wild and domestic animals, fervently until I was married.
He did still “allow” me to do theatre for charities, though. See, I unfortuantely was conned into being married to a very abusive male.
I must warn you that there may be some triggers in what I am about to post.
I am a survivor of domestic violence, and two of my cats are. Trauma is described as anything that something somebody goes through, or witnesses that they do not want to go through. I went through significant trauma in my marriage and I was with him for 8.5 years. He was abusive in every way possible. He was especially sexually and emotionally abusive, as well as financially abusive (destroying my credit). He was also very abusive to my cats, and was violent to them. He would throw them against the walls, and scream at them until they would relieve themselves on the floor, because they were so scared.
I was able to get free with them, and March 31st it will have been two years that we have been free from “the bad man”. They have healed and grown so much since we left. They are so much happier, so much more loving, and so much more individuals. It is truly beautiful.
I work for an organization that provides services for the developmentally disabled and the mentally ill. It is an extremely rewarding, but stressful job, but I feel it is my calling. Between that, my life experiences, and my counseling at the local Domestic Violence shelter, I have come to grips with the diagnoses that I have, and to heal significantly. My PTSD from the relationship was at one point so horrific, so constant, so unmanageable, that I almost had to give up my driving, and my cats, because I feared for my safety, and for the safety of others. I am blessed to have had many people working on my care and believing in me, including a very special little lady, my cat Majel.
Somehow, through all this, through Majel having to heal from her own emotional trauma, she has taken it upon herself to become my caretaker, my service cat. When I am sick, physically, or when my medications are not working, she will not leave my side. When I am fine, she has her own little cat life. Majel has saved my life. She has given me fervor and purpose, in times when otherwise, I would be numb, and there would be nothing. She has given me reason to live and to get up in the morning. She has given me reason to go to work, to get better. I owe her so much for giving me a reason to heal. I feel healed. I feel me for the first time maybe.. ever. I feel like I am a person who can be liked, and should be liked, because there is so much about me that is good and worthy of affection and admiration. I feel deserving, yet humbled by her adoration. There is something truly beautiful about being loved, even when you wait so long wondering why you’re worthy of that love. She is my hero.
I come to you, asking for help. Majel has a disease called feline tooth resorption. It is an auto-immune disorder where her body is rejecting her teeth. It is a painful disease, and she will need surgery to remove all but her front canines (her vampire teeth). Seeing as my credit is destroyed, I cannot take out a loan, and between my bills, meds, and own expenses, it will take me at least three months to save up the money to get her surgery done. I don’t know if she can hang on that long. I have her on steroids and antibiotics for now. So I implore you, if you have any amount to give, if you could have it in your heart to give, please do. I promise, it means something, even if you only have a little bit to offer. And if you cannot, please share the link below or please contact me on my page. I will give you information so that you can mail me, or you could send money through Paypal. Whatever way makes you feel the most comfortable.
razoo: for Majel
I promise you, it will make a difference. She will be 6 in September. It is FAR too early to be saying goodbye to my Majel. She is my service cat, my daughter, and one of my best friends.
Thank you so very much for your time and consideration.
Love to the 42nd Power
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