Teresa, I’m sorry, I have just read the latest messages here. I’ll add you as a friend, but don’t forget you can e-mail me any time. I will write to you later in the week, I’ve not forgotten you, but things have been so hectic with the mice etc. I do hope you are doing better than you were.
Truddles, we seem to have a lot in common, don’t we?
It’s not senility, nor actual OCD, it’s the stress caused by it. I am struggling to recall who I’ve replied to.
Like you, I either eat very little when depressed or crave food, especially chocolate, all the time.
I reached the conclusion, today, that I am beyond help. I was actually banging my head and sobbing in despair a few weeks ago, when the mice kept appearing and the panic over contamination was overwhelming me. We’ve been down to one or two for the last three weeks. I know because so little food is being eaten. The mouse won’t go near any traps, wooden where they can be released or electronic. It’s been existing on crumbs.
Eventually, out of desperation, it entered one of the electronic traps and died instantly. I removed it’s body and sobbed when I saw how emaciated it was. I also think of its weeks of living alone and I feel so depressed and evil. My husband is the opposite, relieved it’s gone. What the hell is wrong with me?!
Love, Tricia xx