Spotlight on Snowblink
Meet my daily dose of vitaminCute.
Most lovable when?
He's sleeping
Breed?
Rag Doll
How did he get his name?
He already had the name snowblink when we adpoted him from the RSPCA.
How old is he?
2 and half
His favourite TV show?
Teen wolf (I know weird considerong)
My favourite thing about him?
That he doubles as a hot water bottle :)
How Snowblink Saved My Life!
I don’t exactly recall the exact age I was when life just started to feel all a little too much. I was consumed by my passion for ballet and all things dance related to the point where that passion rapidly morphed into eating disorders, performance anxiety and body image issues that would all add up to a paralysed state of uncomfortable mental overloud. Which intern meant the lose ballet, because of corse there was the fact that I was simply not going to start eating properly unless I didn’t have the physical pressure to be the best at dance. I constantly chose to ignore that fact. At that time I couldn't think of anything worse than not dancing. As if not dancing was simply not breathing. Looking back I see now that my parents and teachers knew what was best for me in the long term. It took a while but I began to focus more on my violin which didn’t fix the anxiety, but mostly stopped my eating disorder because it took away most of my body image issues. But, at the end of the day I still felt empty when I had no real reason to be. I had awesome friends, a loving family who gave me everything from a private school education to everything I asked for that was in reason. I had no reason to be unhappy. Yet I was. I guess my grades at that time weren’t the greatest and i still felt this weight over me, that voice in my head saying “you’re still not good enough.” All in all my life just snowballed into depression. I would deny to everyone and anyone that I was sad as if it were embarrassing. But you can only hold things in for so long.
That was when my mum took me to adopt a cat from the RSPCA. That was when Snowblink was brought into my life. He was for all of us. Snowblink would follow me around and when ever I cried or just wanted to curl up in bed, he would come and sit with me. I remember one time I was in tears and he went out my bedroom and came back with a frog which he simply just dropped in my lap to simply say “I love you, please stop crying.” Of corse I was freaked out a little. The frog was still alive so I quickly ran outside and put it back in the garden. But it still made me feel better. He’s been there ever since and slowly but surely I conquered my depression. And I owe that all to God, my family, and my cat.
I still have anxiety but it’s a lot better and I've somehow managed to keep in under control. But you know at the end of the day having a pet there, who will love me unconditionally, just makes it that little bit easier.
