My Furry Friend

Last year around this time this little creature joined my family. I was about to graduate and enter the nursing profession. I was filled with hope that maybe the end of university would also mark the end of my struggle with depression. As much as I hoped for this to happen it didn’t. And the past year has been plagued by depression just as were the previous four. The difference is that my furry friend who just over a year old gave me a reason to get out of bed every morning…or else she would pee on the floor and chew up my shoes. Since puppies need to play, she forced me to go outside and exercise with her instead of staying in the house in my pajamas all day. She taught me that the world can be an overwhelming place so it’s okay to rest. She reminded me that I’m not alone.

So while this time last year marks an unfulfilled hope, it also marks the time when my dog Rue helped me make a conscious effort to face depression head-on and work towards healing. #wsclastyear

— Kirsten