My Happy Pill
At the age of 12, I was diagnosed with depression. By the time I turned 14, I began to suffer from anxiety attacks and self harm. Everyday was an emotional battle.
That is, until I met this girl in the summer of 2011 when I was 19.
I gave this girl some love and a home, and she gave me so much more in return. Even 'til this day, I feel that I don't deserve half of what Daisy have given me.
Daisy gave me courage, strength, hope, trust, and her unconditional love- all of which were qualities I was missing throughout my life.
Daisy gave me a reason to smile everyday.
Every time I had an urge to self harm, I saw Daisy's face and stopped myself. Although the scars remain, I'm proud to know that I haven't seen a fresh scar on my wrist for 2 years.
I am now 22, and no longer suffer from depression. Daisy was the best medication that no doctor could have prescribed.
I originally posted this story on Steller to share my experience with depression and how a dog has helped me greatly along the way. After learning about the #hardway project, I was inspired to include my darkest, shameful secret about self harm. I hope that people can relate to my experience and learn that a treatment for depression can be found in the most unexpected ways.