One major symptom of my ptsd is that I have difficulty meeting people and maintaining social relationships.
I'm not always coming from a good place inside and, quite frankly, often just want to run and hide from people. It's the shame I carry, I suppose.
But my 8 year old Belgian Malinois Sophie has been my service dog nearly all her life and she's my saving grace.
She's a strikingly beautiful dog and draws attention from people we meet, leaving me out of their spotlight until I can warm up to the idea of meeting someone new.
The compliments I always-not just sometimes-get somehow restore my confidence.
And the smiling responses she draws from people opens up my mind to interact, for any fears of hostility from anyone evaporate just like that.
She's my angel, yes, but my social lifeline, too. I'm grateful, and proud to call her my friend.
