There were days I’d wake up with my heart already racing.
And alone time didn’t feel relaxing, it felt… heavy.
I kept brushing it off like,
“I’m fine. This is just adjustment.”
But truth is, even strong people feel lost sometimes.
One day I saw this older vet at a park with his dog.
He looked peaceful, like the world wasn’t pulling at him for once.
I don’t know why, but it hit me.
Maybe I didn’t need to “deal with it alone” like I kept telling myself.
So I looked into emotional support animals.
But here’s the catch… my apartment had a strict “no-pets” policy.
I didn’t want a confrontation or to look like I was making excuses.
I ended up asking that same vet about it.
He laughed gently and said his place had the same rules.
Then he told me he got evaluated through My ESA Therapist and they helped him get the right paperwork.
Said one proper ESA letter from a licensed professional changed everything for him.
So I did the same.
And yeah I kept my ESA without any hassle, but life didn’t suddenly get perfect.
But mornings feel lighter.
Silence feels softer.
Sleep actually shows up.
And I don’t feel like I’m wrestling my brain by myself anymore.
Sometimes the bravest thing isn’t “toughing it out.”
It’s letting yourself get support when you need it.
If you’re struggling quietly out there… you don’t have to keep holding your breath alone.
