Since I’ve increasingly become an animal activist in the past few years … I often struggle with cynicism, bitterness and on some days, pure loathing, toward people who enslave, torture and kill animals. I also can’t help but feel frustrated with those who are indifferent about these issues or turn a blind eye to them because they prefer convenience to compassion.

Beyond all these emotions is the slippery slope toward depression. How do animal activists not get depressed after seeing, reading and hearing about animal abuse, exploitation, and the destruction of wildlife habitats?