11/28/2025
Last night I was having insomnia, because perimenopause is a real trip...
I grabbed Peach and Freya to snuggle. After an hour or so, I felt a lot better.
Rats are good for my mental health.
I also have C-PTSD, Anxiety, Depression, and a few other fancy acronyms from the doctors.
Rats help me manage all of this by being a source of comfort, connection, affection, and much more.
I have kept rats as pets since about 2018, and I honestly can't imagine going back. I've tried (to imagine it), and I just don't like it. Life without rats now seems like a sad and lonely place where I just couldn't go. I'll cry.
If I could find an ESA vest or two for the rats, I'd take them places with me, to make that easier to cope with, too. The vest offers protection from some of those who might have an opinion, as confrontation can be a big source of anxiety for me.
Anyway. At home, the rats are part of my biggest comfort and joy. They make me almost as happy as my kids and partner do.
They make me feel better and less sad or lost when things feel off or I'm having a rough day.
Rats are also a point of connection for me in the world of Facebook, where part of the online rat community exists. A common passion or shared interest brings opportunities to have meaningful conversations and even form bonds.
That's an enrichment point in my life.
I'm rambling, and the only point of this post is really to highlight how much I love my rats, and how much they help me with my well-being.
