"My World Vs. Real World"

When I was young, around 7 to 10 years old, I always wondered why my sisters and other adults were always stressed, even though they had freedom and some money to do whatever they wanted. Once, my sister told me that when I got older, I would understand. I guess I took her words lightly. Now that I’m well into adulthood, I constantly feel stressed - whether it's from my demanding job, societal pressure, peer pressure, or family expectations. Most of the time, I feel like I can’t breathe. They say happiness is in your hands, you just have to choose it. I want to believe that, but it’s easier said than done. I try to fall in love with my life, but things keep dragging me down again and again. As human beings, how do we strengthen ourselves to fight all these external pressures? "If you’re not happy where you are now, you won’t be happy anywhere else." I take this to heart. I’ve started to enjoy my life a bit more—baby steps. I’ve begun to observe life around me: myself, ...

I’ve avoided talking about my baby dog, Aldo, crossing the rainbow bridge for the longest time, maybe because I haven’t healed, and maybe I never truly will. The hardest part of losing a pet is trying to explain the grief to people who don’t understand that pets are part of the family too. Some of my friends will never get it and some even laughed about it. That’s the sad reality of the world I live in. It breaks my heart that Aldo left me at a time when many of my friends are having their first, second, or even third babies. I’m not jealous, but I am very sad, and I cry often. I know putting him down was in his best interest. He was in so much pain—whining all night and day, pacing in cycles—clear signs that his time was near. He was 12 years old, a beautiful husky. I knew the end was close, so I took him to another vet, Happy Japan Clinic. They were very kind and told me he could live a bit longer if he continued taking painkillers for his weak hips. They also said his heart was stil...

I have been with my husky for the last 12 years. Recently he has many health complications and heart failure which means he has only from 6 months to 2 years.  I prayed so hard to the Mother Nature that please to give him at least 1 year so that I can spend the last fine with him. My prayer is being heard and I got greedy that I could could even lived longer.  When he crosses the rainbow 🌈 I hope I will see him in the next life 🐶👧

 I remember I cried my eyes out hugging from a heartbroken and drunk night. He didn’t like being hugged but he would tolerate.  Now that I feel his time is coming - the vet said husky here would only live up to 10 or 11 now he is 12 it means it’s his time.  Ive been crying for the last few days and want to avoid the problem. I need to be brave staying by his side.