This is my helper, Claire!

Semi-venting ahead: This is Claire, she is my support animal! (She has discovered she is allowed to just hide in boxes after living in my apartment littered with boxes for her for two months)

I got her originally because I lived in a near constant state of anxiety attacks and it was worsening my depression. (Here she is stealing my foot rest)

Now I feel happy. More than neutral and more than my former sub-par state (before the attacks). But now that I have some form of happiness, I’m horrified of losing it or having it muddled by something else. I don’t really know how to stop fretting over losing that state (which makes me lose it in the first place). (Here she is napping behind my legs)

Anyway, thanks for listening or looking at my cat. TL;DR depressed boi is now happy but unsure of how to be happy without muddling it. (Claire isn’t happy I have to go to work and woke her up)