Hi, I’m Tess, and I love writing. It’s been a while since I’ve written a blog entry, so here’s to a fresh start. In 2020, I was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder. Navigating that diagnosis has had its share of ups and downs, but I’m now stable on my medications, and this October will mark four years since my last psychiatric hospitalization. I’ll share more of that story another time. From my Bipolar journey came an unexpected love: running. For a few years, I trained heavily and even ran my first half marathon—something I never thought I’d do. Honestly, I still can’t believe I did it. But over time, shin splints became a recurring issue. I’d stop, heal, start again, and repeat. Eventually, I took a longer break. During that break, I regained some of the weight I had lost, and running didn’t feel as exciting. The comparison game with other runners crept in, and I felt like my weight was holding me back physically and mentally. I also realized my family needed more of me. This...
Towards the end of June, my friend posted on Facebook that she had taken in a 5-week-old kitten. She couldn’t keep her long-term and was looking for someone to give the tiny furball a forever home. We already had two cats and two guinea pigs, but my heart ached for this little kitten. After talking it over with Michael, we agreed—our family had room for one more. That’s when I learned her backstory. Zelda had been found outside of Lethbridge by a couple and handed over to the RCMP. The RCMP then reached out to my friend in hopes of giving her a second chance at life. When she was rescued, one of her eyes was mostly glued shut, she was congested, and she needed to be syringe-fed before slowly transitioning to soft food. No other kittens were found nearby—likely her mom had died or abandoned her. At first, my friend called her Vida —Spanish for “life.” It was a fitting name, but we wanted something that felt uniquely hers. Michael suggested Gandalf the Grey (which made me smile), but I ...