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Wish I had found this place sooner…Diagnosed Bipolar 2 fourteen years ago and currently having a really rough time with having my meds changed. Terrible withdrawals from weaning off certain ones and frustrating side effects from starting others. I can’t drive, I can’t stand up without feeling incredibly dizzy, nauseous and disoriented. I’m running fevers and have terrible headaches. But I’m alive and trying my best to not lose the hope of coming out of this just that little bit stronger. For now, it’s rest and the therapeutic sound of kitty purring 🤍 #Bipolar2Disorder #withdrawals #meds #BipolarDepression #supportanimal #bipolarathlete

This is my first post on here. My Prince weighs a buck fifty and is a chiweenie. He has been my support with my life since I’ve had him plus I’ve had the time to train him. He lays on my chest and has senses to know what’s wrong. Does anyone else have a support do that helps ease stress or am I just crazy and have a spoiled dog??

This is my red eared slider. Her name is Gui Gui. She doesn’t judge anyone, except maybe pink towel. She. Hates. Pink. Towel. She was curious what I was doing with my phone. She used to be scared of my phone, but now she overcome it. Hopefully she will make peace with pink towel soon. #Depression #Anxiety #MentalHealth #supportanimal #GAD #Recovery #DistractMe #Therapy
(I felt so peaceful when I sunbath with her this afternoon)

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This is my Phooey when he was a baby. He is a little over a year old now. But even when he was tiny he took great care of me. Not in this picture are the tears that were flowing before he got up there to calm me down!! He is your typical crazy ginger cat, but when I am struggling he is always there!!!

She’s the spunkiest cat ever but never fails to cuddle and make me feel better on my sickest days. Guess it’s my turn now... even if it means crawling under a seat at the animal hospital when she’s scared and in pain.

Crawling isn’t something I do much these days- it’s painful and uncomfortable to be on the floor like that. However, I’m a big believer that relationships, no matter the kind, is a two way street, even a cat mom/ cat relationship. My cat had a freak accident and broke multiple bones in her leg, which requires surgery and potentially bone fusion or amputation. She may only be a cat, but she’s my baby and one of my only sources of comfort when the majority of my support system is hours away. As a cat mom, her being at the hospital and not home with me makes me so sad but is also a reminder of how our important our support systems are, whether they are of the feline or human variety.

Take a valuable realization with you from each day. Mine: My support system is everything for my health.

#ChronicIllness #ChronicPain #supportanimal #Lupus

My best friend is a hot dog!

This is my cat, Artemis, who is my emotional support animal. Over the past 2 years she has been my best friend and comforted while I've been being diagnosed and chronically ill. Shes such a sweetie and even worries about me if I have panic attacks she will cuddle me or if I fall from my dizziness she rushes over and meows and paws at me. She means the world to me and has saved my life repeatedly over the past few years. I hope everyone has the chance to connect with pet or animal like this too because it's a wonderful feeling. 😊😺 #supportanimal

Meet Wilson, he is a 12.5 pound Shih Tzu Pekingese mix rescue. Wilson is very well trained, he does not use the restroom inside, he is not a yappy dog that barks like crazy. Wilson has NEVER bitten anyone and LOVES other animals. Wilson is a HUGE part of my life.
I am a 37 year old female who has had a very serious and emotional medical situation this past year. Due to having an ablation done to my heart I developed blood clots that went to my lungs. Thankfully they did not end my life as they have for so many others. This past year my life has changed to the point that it is unrecognizable. I was at the top of my career,full of life and full of energy. I am now using my LTD , have therapy every week and most days I have to talk myself through each breath I take. I am proud to say that I have made progress and that I am not finished... I am not finished living and I am not finished trying.The anxiety that I feel and that keeps me from sleeping at night is not gone and I have long admitted that I needed help and that I could not get past this alone. I receive medical care for not only my physical health but my mental health as well. I will wholeheartedly be honest when I admit that until this situation came about in my life I never fully understand the magnitude of how important mental health is and how little society seems to understand illness if they can not “see” what the illness is. I go to therapy each and ever week. I do the exercises that I am advised to do, I take the medication I am prescribed to take. I DO the work and NO it is NOT easy! Things that used to be so simple are not simple anymore. If my goal for the week is to physically SIT (yes something as simple as sitting) to sit and watch a movie with my family and not to get up more than twice for any longer than 10 minutes then I try SO very hard to do this. Sitting? Sitting is so difficult because if you read about blood clots they can be caused by lack of movement. Logically my mind tells me that just to sit and watch a movie which I’ve done a million times in the past (pre clot) that I will not get a Blood Clot, but my mind does not allow logical on so many things anymore. Again I do the work because I WANT to get better. I WANT to work again and I’d absolutely love to watch a movie without standing for half of it. This is only one example of the “hard”.
I will wrap this up... my next exercise is to ride in a vehicle on a vacation with my family. This sounds easy right? Wrong! A trip... a vacation... getting away... this is no longer enjoyable but instead it is work! In the beginning I first mentioned Wilson, he is my registered emotional support animal who I truly need with me and when I called to ask about him coming the hotel informed me that they only allow pets that help the owner if they are “blind”, or have “something physical “ wrong. It seems that once again the illness that can not be seen is not recognized. When will this change?

Since the day Wednesday came into my life she has been one of the strongest mental health supports. Of any cat I've ever interacted with, she just knows when I need her and is incredibly in tune with my emotional state.

I've been rather depressed lately, and she just knows. Yesterday, I was laying on my couch crying, and I hear her little chirp. She immediately comes, lays on my chest, and starts licking my face. For the rest of the day, she would come check on me by head butting my face and nozzling in for some cuddles.

There is no doubt that Wednesday has saved my life on a number of occasions. She reminds me that there are good things in my life and that I am loved. One of my biggest worries is being forgotten by the people in my life I deeply care about, and she reminds me that won't happen.

I'm her constant and she makes sure I know she loves me.

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