10/25/2026
I rescued Ollie when he was just a tiny kitten, and I was so stressed about him. He was very sick. The first night, I literally didnāt sleep AT ALL.
My mind kept racing:
āWas he going to make it?ā
āWould he ever be healthy?ā
āDid I make the right decision?ā
āWhat if I couldnāt afford the care he needed?ā
I knew losing sleep wasnāt good for my mood stability, but I also knew what would likely happen if I took him to a shelter. So I decided to keep him and figure it out.
Slowly things got better. Ollie got stronger. I got some sleep. And eventually, I stopped worrying that he wouldnāt make it.
Then he recovered, and turned into an absolute menace. He bit everyone and climbed everything he could find. He treated every person and piece of furniture like a launching pad.
Honestly, there were moments when I wondered if I was in over my head. But, I kept going.
Now heās just over five months old. Heās healthy. Iām convinced that chaos is his full-time job.
Watching Ollie recover reminded me a lot of my own bipolar recovery. Things do get better little by little. š¾