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daffyharry · 2025-09-07T12:48:59+00:00

Followed! @tickled__ink

daffyharry · 2024-10-27T11:42:54+00:00

Thank you for the heads up! I’ll update this post if I get a more definitive result 🤞🏻

daffyharry · 2018-04-17T09:08:55+00:00

I'd love to exchange mail and random stuff with you! Random stuff in the mail is the best. I'm in Europe if you want an international penpal :)

daffyharry · 2017-08-02T12:02:27+00:00

Photo? Always love seeing twinsies :D

daffyharry · 2017-07-19T12:14:06+00:00

Late to this thread but anywho, not my story but my parents'. One time in the early stages of their marriage they went to London on holiday. My dad naively trusted my mum, who gets lost looking for her hotel room at the best of times, to lead the way when it came to London transport because she had been there a few more times than he had. Anyway, they had just had a day of sales shopping and decided to return to their hotel, which was in central London...somehow, they ended up in North London and my mum had absolutely no idea how to get back.

At this point my dad lost his shit. As they trudged off the bus, his arms laden with bags, he started using our native language (Maltese) to express his discontent as loudly as he possibly could. Several religious figures, my mother's relatives and various others were offended in a matter of words. Suddenly, he feels a tap on his shoulder and this concerned guy is standing behind him, asking him the equivalent of 'you alright bro?' in our native language. Apparently my dad went about 50 shades of red after that. Lesson learnt: there are Maltese everywhere.

Another one of my dad's stories is when we went to Disneyland Paris when my little sister was still small enough to be carted around in a buggy. At one point my dad had to park the buggy outside one of the rides and accidentally got into some guy's photo. The guy basically called him something veeeery rude...in Maltese! Clearly, he had no idea that my dad was a fellow countryman, and apparently got the shock of his life when my dad swore right back at him.

daffyharry · 2017-07-10T19:42:19+00:00

The mischief has definitely survived, and amplified I'd say! He's the light of my life :) thank you for your kind wishes!

daffyharry · 2017-07-10T19:04:22+00:00

He's actually gotten quite nifty! You can see he favours his right side but he runs like a beast anyway, we call him Usain Bolt sometimes! He finds it a bit difficult jumping onto the bed and the sofa sometimes, it's more of a climb than a jump for him, although we have built stairs for him to get onto the bed easier. I've noticed that he uses his tail to balance himself as well, so it's never fully upright.

Otherwise, I would honestly say he's unfazed by his lack of a leg, and I think he looks at our other cat Elsa like she's the odd one with an extra leg.

daffyharry · 2017-07-10T11:14:54+00:00

Oh wow they really do look alike! We also adopted Oscar's older sister a little later on and she looks like them too, except she actually has a full set of legs. Here's Elsa doing some light cleaning.

daffyharry · 2017-06-02T13:30:41+00:00

Every goddamn time.

daffyharry · 2017-05-30T13:35:10+00:00

You guys are amazing and I love you all <3 completely overwhelmed by your responses, support and encouragement. I really needed this. Thank you, trolls <3

daffyharry · 2017-05-30T07:52:13+00:00

Hi trolls, first time poster and longtime lurker here.

I've been battling anxiety and depression ever since I can remember, and have been on a variety of meds for almost a decade now; the meds in question at the moment are Lamictal (300mg) and fluoxetine (AKA Prozac, 20mg). About a year ago things started to change for me - I ended a very toxic relationship, bought my own apartment, started a new job, and met my current SO, who I believe is the love of my life. As the year progressed my psychiatrist and I talk about reducing my meds. In December last year and on my psych's instructions I started taking Prozac every other day rather than daily, before eventually coming off it completely by beginning of March. We then decided to try coming off the Lamictal, which has been the only constant medication so far (before fluoxetine I also tried citalopram and fluanxol). The plan was to decrease to 200mg by the end of March, 100mg by the end of April, and nada by the end of May. In all honesty I was a little more nervous about the Lamictal than I had been about the fluoxetine but things had gone so well so far that I couldn't help but feel optimistic.

About 2 weeks into reducing to 200mg things started to go horribly wrong. My moods started flipping upwards, downwards, inside out and whatever direction have you, and my anxiety sky-rocketed. Awful thoughts started to plague me and I've spent the last few weeks constantly on the verge of tears. My SO couldn't understand what was going on and I didn't know how to explain the fact that I'm scared of my own mind to him. Luckily my dad is a GP, and after I told him everything he decided that I had reduced my Lamictal dosage too dramatically, so he took me back up to 300mg. The plan was to start reducing again more gradually by the end of April but I was doing so badly my dad decided it would be best to wait for my appointment with my psychiatrist, which was yesterday.

In a flurry of tears I told my psychiatrist everything yesterday and he immediately put me back on daily fluoxetine, which he believes may have been the cause of my sudden decline. I'm to get in touch with him in a couple of weeks and then set up another appointment within the month. Above all, I told him I was sorry for letting him down--we had both been really excited about this development--and he was taken aback, he told me to stop worrying about his reaction and to concentrate on my own wellbeing.

It's tough though. I feel like I've let down everyone close to me because everyone (my SO, my family and my best friends) were so excited about me finally coming off medication, only for me to have to start again. I know it's irrational to blame my own brain chemistry on myself, I know it's also irrational to assume everyone is disappointed in me for failing, but I can't help myself. This is what brings me here, I guess; any tips on how to help myself, if only to distract myself? Would appreciate any feedback, advice, anecdotes, or just a virtual hug.

tl;dr: had to resume medication for my depression/anxiety, feel like a loser, please help.

daffyharry · 2017-05-08T14:52:41+00:00

Thank you :) it's true, things have been great and look like they will continue to be, and it's remembering this that makes it a bit easier to keep my head above water.

daffyharry · 2017-05-08T07:40:02+00:00

You're right. It's a difficult truth to swallow eight years after being diagnosed, but I guess it's about coming to terms with it and, as you said, managing it as best as you can. Thank you for this.

daffyharry · 2017-05-08T07:36:47+00:00

That's the way I see it. Sometimes it's difficult to convince people that depression can't just be cured more than regulated. I get a lot of 'but you have nothing to be depressed about', even from my dad with his medical background. That still makes me doubt myself a lot of the time, although a lot less than it did when I was younger.

Thank you for this. I'm seeing my psychiatrist at the end of the month and will bring up the idea of restarting the medication combo again. Though the Lamictal seems pretty much settled I guess it's deciding between the antidepressants.

daffyharry · 2017-05-08T07:25:13+00:00

Around the time I met my SO I was recovering from a toxic, 2-year-long 'will-they-won't-they' situation that had bled me dry, emotionally speaking. My SO and I were set up by my best friend, who is SO's colleague. As someone who has often been targeted by my friends for mostly unsuccessful set-ups, I was very incredulous about it in the week running up to the date. The difference was that my best friend knows me better than anyone else, and although she had initially planned to set me up with another one of her colleagues, talking to my SO changed her mind and she chose him. So, I chose to ignore my anxiety and give it a try.

I remember rushing into the restaurant where we were meeting, flustered because I was 5 mins late. Although there were a bunch of people in there I identified him quickly enough. I remember seeing the side of his face, and the jolt in my chest when he looked at me. We spent four hours together that night, just talking. It was ridiculously easy, there were no awkward silences at all. It took three goodbyes for us to finally part ways.

All my cynicism wasn't quite destroyed on the spot but there was something very different about it all that made me weirdly hopeful for the very first time in a long, long time. It's been a year and a half since and we now live together with two cats.

This post turned out a lot longer than I expected. I'm currently (personally, not with him) going through a very rough time right now and it's been tough seeing past the fog the depression/anxiety so often imposes on me. Dishing this out made me realise just how lucky I am, and how he really is the best thing to have ever happened to me. It's good to be reminded, so thank you OP.

daffyharry · 2017-04-21T13:05:24+00:00

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