she saved my life
I moved back to Colorado in a small town named Eaton. I went through a lot. I was the new kid in town. We moved there after my first love Emily committed suicide, Because an abuse family(drugs, alcohol abuse family). I got a letter from her sister saying she committed suicide on March 31st  2009. It just made the move back to Colorado harder. I tried committing suicide on June 20th 20o9 because we moved back to Colorado with also losing my first love to suicide. I wasn’t gonna fight the desire to die. I didn’t want to fight, I didn’t want to be strong anymore. I don’t know if I would be here to this day if it wasn’t for my best friend, my true saver, for the one thing showed me its okay to be sad, to be hurt. The one thing that never left my side through everything. My dog in the picture at the top. she saved my life more the once. After being rapped twice, after being abused, after suffering from PTSD, anxiety, depression, panic attacks, night tares, mood disorder. She has never left my side once. if it truly wasn’t for my dog I wouldn’t be here today. my story goes on from here. I meet a guy named Dalton I thought he was my everything. He was the sweetest guy at the beginning but turned to an abusive Jerk. He mentally, sexually, psychical abuse. At that point in my life I started drug abuse. He got me addicted to oxy/oxycodone I was heavily addicted to it to the point I didn’t go a day with out taking one.  His mom didn’t even dare stop him from abusing me. sometimes she sat there and watched me get abused by her own son. she didn’t dare try to help, she knew if she tried he would hurt her too. I finally got of that relationship almost 2 years of being in that relationship. I tried killing myself again. I was ready to slit my vane and let myself bleed to death when my dog grabbed the knife and ran with it, and hide it. I still have never found that knife. yes I am a suicide attempt survivor.  I don’t think I would be here at this without that blessing of a dog.