08/26/2026
I never used to believe in emotional support animals. I thought it was just some bogus term to let you put pets on planes for free. And honestly, it kind of is for most people. For people trying to take advantage of the system.
It wasn’t until I needed one of my own that things became clear. It’s no surprise this last year has been a lot mentally for me. And I thank you for allowing me the space to figure it out.
What I haven’t shared is where I almost went to the emergency room for having horrific intrusive thoughts. Or maybe I did, honestly my memory has been horrible since leaving an abusive situation. But it’s true. I became so depressed I questioned everything. To include my own existence.
I had said on numerous occasions the only reason I’m “still here” is cause of him. The goofy dog in the photo. And it’s the most honest I’ve ever been to myself. I felt he deserved better (than me?!). I truly believed that. This was when I knew I wasn’t okay.
Without him I literally wouldn’t be here. Without him helping heal a heart he didn’t break, him loving me unconditionally through every tear, every sniffle I wouldn’t be here.
Kevin is now legally my emotional support animal per my therapist recommendation. She knew I needed him more than anything. Still I sometimes feel guilty for him being labeled that, but I have to remind myself without him the alternative isn’t allowed. I must be here. I need to be here. I have to be here.
One day I’ll be fully back to posting every day. I promise. But just know not a day goes by I don’t think of yall. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss yall and hope we’re making a difference even in my silence.
Know you’re still not alone. As September comes I want to discuss it more. Su***de and mental health. Not only within veterinary medicine, but in general. Maybe I’ll do some lives so that we can have a FaceTime. Without your love and support we wouldn’t be here 💜
