How a Dog Helped Me Manage My Anxiety and Depression

I turned to pull the covers back over my head and give up for the day. What I always did. That’s when I came face to face with Buddy.

Buddy started jumping all over me, kissing my face, letting me know that it was time to go outside. It was as if he was saying, “It’s no time to be sad, the world is awesome!”

Dogs are amazing creatures! This is what it was like for me with Mosley.

Difference being, I hadn’t been diagnosed yet when I got Mosley. I also didn’t get to my lowest point until a couple years later.

When I was in my deepest, darkest depression, Mosley was the reason I got up every morning when I had no motivation to, he was the reason why I smiled when I didn’t want to, laughed when I didn’t think I could. Most importantly, he kept me alive when I wanted to die.

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