This Is How My Dog Saved Me From My Depression

My dog saved my life. I know that’s going to be hard to comprehend. He didn’t physically rescue me from some natural disaster or chase of intruders trying to break into my home. He might not be a hero in the traditional sense, but to me, my dog is my hero. It’s because of my dog that I’m still standing and living today.

But how you might be asking yourself.

Well, that story starts before he was ever born. I was standing on a platform in London thinking about how the tube was so hot, and that people were pushing me to get into a transportation device, I loathed more than anything in this world. It wasn’t the tube’s fault though that it was transporting me to a place that I felt less than fulfilled and was surrounded by people just as miserable as me. I’ve always believed unhappiness breeds more unhappiness, and that was extremely evident in my office.

Every day I shuffled onto that tube and back off of it. The monotony of it all was slowly pushing me into a depressive state I was going to battle (and still battle with to this day). I didn’t know it then, but I was suffering from depression. Major depression as my doctor would go on to call it. To be honest, I didn’t know there were varying degrees of depression, just you were either depressed, or you weren’t. I realize now how wrong I was. Depression has such a…