Why not? Rats are great.
In all seriousness, the title comes from the idea that my brain ruminating is like a rat constantly running on a wheel, and I need to get off that wheel to get anything useful done. Although for actual rats that mostly means lying in a cuddle pile, and chewing through hammocks.
It’s been a long struggle with anxiety and various other mental health issues throughout my life, but I am finally getting there. A few of the things that helped me were Exposure and Response Prevention (ERP) and Acceptance and Commitment Therapy. The latter truly helped me give me my life back, but primarily it was recognising my own self worth. And one of the ways I did that was to write letters to myself, the way I would a friend – recognising the scared little creature in my brain that just wants to hide away in the shadows, but loving it, not hating it. Usually it doesn’t want to listen, but I love it anyway.
I ended up getting actual rats a while later, and they are adorable! 🙂