My parents are lovely people. I love them and they are helping me pick up the pieces after a manic episode that went untreated for about 5 months. My dad's allergic to cats and the person currently taking care of my girl is in her 90s and just can't do it anymore. I am so sad and feel like a complete failure. I used to volunteer at a shelter and now I'm the scumbag who took on the responsibility of an animal before I was ready. Fuck this disease. It stunted my life.