Mental health has always been a constant in my life. From crippling anxiety to the terrors of PTSD. It's almost impossible for me to remember a time where this hasn't been present.
Simple, books and dogs.
Yeah, I know we all know that I have a love for hoarding books but there is a reason for that. Books have always been there for me when I needed an escape. A way to understand what was going on in my brain and why I continued to put myself in unsafe situations as a teen. Books have always been that old friend that I can turn to when things are rough. When I notice an imbalance in my life I know I can always find a book to help me through it.
As for my canine companions, mine are always rescues. I guess it's almost like the broken finding the broken. Working together to get past the abuse and hurt, realizing that love and acceptance was always there underneath.
I know now that with these things in my life is why I'm still here today. And because of I dedicate my life to opening the discussion about mental health and owning our stigmas.