My personal journey
In July 2014 I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Depression and had a previous diagnosis of ADD. I was functioning at a very low level and would get overwhelmed with the simplest of task. No way would I be able to care for a betta, never mind 5
. After trying several different medications and therapy with no real effect I sought the help of a psychiatrist. Now on two different medications, I am functioning at a much higher level and my betta boys have become part of my recovery. I need to care for them and feed them no matter if I am anxious and feeling down or not. Just watching them and listening to the calming sounds of the water helps to put my anxiety at ease.
About a month ago, after loosing one of my favorite fish, I came across a sickly male betta at the local petco. His tail was ripped and he had ammonium burns all over his body. He was very lethargic and didn't even want to eat. He kind of looked how I felt, lethargic, burned out, with little motivation to do anything. I didn't know much about rescuing but I knew this boy needed me, little did I know I needed him as well. I named him Hope.
We got him home and settled in a hospital tank with a filter and heater, making sure to change water regularly and feed a nutrient rich diet. Caring for him isn't and has never been a chore for me. I enjoy watching his progress and he continues to flourish in his very own 5 gallon kingdom. I continue to research and find anything that I can improve upon to make his, and my other bettas, living conditions better. I feel happy and more confident that I can make a difference, even if it is a small one.