Never stop thinking differently. It’s the only way to maintain your sense of individuality.
—Mark Patterson (via kushandwizdom)
Sure, most of us love dogs. But did you know all of these benefits that comes along with our furry friends?
I have PTSD, and rescuing Katie Beth has been the only thing that’s helped. Her loving me unconditionally, and laying her head on my lap when I’m upset automatically lifts my spirits. We’ve got such a strong bond. I really don’t know what I’d do without her.
There will not be a day of my life that I don’t own at least two dogs. Mans best friend doesn’t even begin to cover it
One of my friends took in a dog that walked up to her during a yard sale. He acted scared a lot and it seemed like he had been abused so she convinced her mom to keep him and they named him Zeus. They took care of him really well and I got pretty close to him and eventually he became as happy as a dog could be. Taking care of him made me want to have kids of my own even more because it’d be so much fun. Dogs really are the best for everything.
As much as therapy and my parents’ support as helped, I am 100% convinced that the reason I didn’t kill myself when i was depressed was that everyday that I couldn’t leave the house, couldn’t get out of bed my dogs would lie in bed with me. They never demanded anything of me, they just sat next to me, they just wanted to be in my company. That saved my life. When I was at my absolute lowest, I was never alone because I had my dogs.
My cats stay with me too in my darkest hours
So many people writing about Robin Williams’s death and his depression, and how could someone of such notoriety, fame and wealth take their own life. We may never know the answers, but I can understand.
The world is a strange place. It’s scary, violent, and lonely. A funny man can make others laugh, yet screams inside for something perhaps so simple that it will go overlooked by others.
The internet if full of problem solvers. A kid dies at the hand of a baby sitter, or left in a hot car, or murdered in a war zone, and there are plenty of commentaries offering personal first hand accounts on how “I” would have dealt with the situation.
A defenseless man gets gunned down at the hand of a police officer, war breaks out, and political scandals both real and manufactured make public opinions erupt from “armchair experts”.
What does this all mean? Probably not much. But I do know that there are a whole bunch of us that could benefit from the kindness of strangers. Perhaps instead of criticism, sarcasm, racism, and elitism, maybe we just offer a shoulder to lean on, an empty cushion on the couch, a hug, and realize that no matter what, we are all in this together. We will never, ever, have peace and happiness if we fail to realize that we are all brothers and sisters walking the same path toward the darkness… we all need to be each others light.
I’ll get off my high horse now… I just really needed to say something…