PTSD Relief: The Dog That Changed My Nights Forever

[morgan92]

My nights had become exhausting. Even the smallest creak felt like a danger alarm, and there was this constant fear I couldn’t explain, just always there. Then a friend asked me to look after their dog for three days while they traveled, and something changed. I slept deeply for the first time in ages, three solid hours of real rest. It wasn’t magic; it was the quiet comfort of having a presence beside me. Those three days felt like light breaking through a long tunnel of darkness.

After giving the dog back, I realized how much that companionship had helped me. I connected with My ESA therapist, went through a proper evaluation, and received an ESA letter. Bringing Betty into my life has been one of the best decisions I’ve made. To anyone out there carrying PTSD and fighting silent battles, animal-assisted support is worth giving a chance.

 

[Lucycat]

I don’t have an assistance dog. But back in 2020, when we were in lockdowns and global madness I conceded to getting a dog. Something I’d put off to one day. We decided to get a Border Collie puppy from a farm in the Shetland Islands. Welcome Bonnie. I can’t believe the difference she has made to me and my life.
She is now 5 years old. Adorable. Friendly. The best decision we ever made.

 

[parrotthepolly]

I know that feeling of sleeping in the presence of a being I have a soul connection with. He is a black and white tuxedo cat named Fluffy and I only known him for less than 3 years, he's dead now.

One of my best memories was when he trusted me enough to come into my room (I always had the lock on from the inside) and slept on my chest with belly up. I woke up first and he was in a deep sleep and I still feel bad for having to wake him up to go to the bathroom. Only just started to invite him in less than 20 times before he was killed... Well I'm assuming he was cause there's a few strays and half domestic cats in that area.

I occasionally have a restful sleep with one person but lately I feel like I'm losing the connection.

I'm not a fun person to be around as of late and I know I can't replace anyone who I once found comfort in. The world's not the same without them.

 

[Tinyflame]

I can't imagine managing without a dog. I don't trust people easily but with the exception of a rare soul they were always my rock. And reduced so much fear. I have read that being loved gives strength and loving someone gives courage. Something as well as someone because pets and many animals understand and don't condemn and are true, IMHO. Of course I would die for my dog if necessitated, they would die for me. I think in terms of PTSD they are unbelievably critical. I am so happy for all of you above.