#wuff life

Awooo, welcome to Wuff's place. Wuff is a 31 yr old therian (wolf and dog theriotypes) who uses wuff/they/it pronouns. They are currently healing from a seven year long abusive relationship and made this space to reconnect with the part of them that was forced to be caged for so long.

Wuff loves nature. Wuff loves art. Wuff loves seeing their theriotypes. Wuff will reblog these things, often. As wuff tends to use tumblr in sporadic bursts, they queue their posts to twice a day. You can sort of tell when wuff has been active based on what they have tagged.

Wuff Tags - Wuff uses these tags for their posts :3

#wuff rehowls - reblogs

#wuff aesthetic - things wuff likes the aesthetic of

#wolf art - ART OF WOLVES!!

#wolf pics - pictures of wolves :3

#its lycanthropy - werewolf stuff

#just wuff things - stuff wuff relates to

#wuff life - stuff about my life

#wuff vents - negative stuff about my life

#it howls into the night - mental illness related vents

Important:

Wuff is an adult, like definitely an adult. They won't chase off pups as this space isn't curated to be adults only, but they'd be more comfortable if minors didn't hang around.

Wuff doesn't have a dni necessarily, but will block/remove anyone from their space they don't feel comfortable with.

Wuff knows what it is, and has known what it is before it even had the human words for it. It's parents recognized it and tried to domesticate it. But what is in wuff's heart is stronger than even wuff cares it to be sometimes. It is wuff, and there is nothing wrong with that.

Wuff had a really bad brain day today - woke up feeling off and realized they had missed their emdr apt. Since wuff had skipped work the day before they made themself go today. Drive is an hour and all wuff could think about was how done with life wuff is, how tiring every thing is, how overwhelming every thing is, how wuff has been in treatment for its depression and anxieties and panic disorder and ptsd’s for so so long now, it’s been over ten years of therapies and programs and medications…but it hasn’t gotten better, nothing has gotten better, and the heaviness and pain of it all weigh so heavily on wuff. It doesn’t feel like life is worth continuing. Why keep pushing on when the crashing waves always pull it back down. Weight of the water drenching its pelt dragging it further down. Arms and legs too weird and wrong to swim properly.

Then wuff got to work. Skipped phone-in psych apt. Called and canceled all upcoming mental health apts. Left work after two hours because wuff just couldn’t. Drive home filled with bad thoughts again - mostly of the suicidal variety. More why try, keep trying, so much trying. Wuff is already so tired without all the trying. It doesn’t have any reason to stay alive, really. It realized it’s only reason for not killing itself is cause of other people. Nothing in its own soul wants to stay alive, its soul is so tired and bruised and done with this current form. Something deep down screams to it that death will be a good thing for its soul. Home. Curled into its nest, slept uneasy for seven hours.

Still here, not sure it wants to stay here, but here for now. Mental illness is rough.