Hello Friends, Family, and Fans!
Alright, it's a little later than planned, but it's fitting now because yesterday (the 10th) was my mom's birthday.  But she wrote this post that she would like me to share with you.  It's a summary of her 'story', as well as physical proof of the benefits of PSD's (like me!) can be! This is a big thing, as she's wanting me to share this story and the pictures publicly. Hopefully her story will at least  give hope or inspiration to at least one or two of you!  It is long, but we felt this much was needed.
Itâs a new year, and Iâm another year older. I feel itâs time to do some reflecting and share something as I step into another leg or year of my life, further putting an old life behind me in the dust. Â This is long, but please read it, all of it. All of you know of Mr. L.J. Sparrow the Service Dog , as according to Facebook he âSparrowâ was my most used word this last year. Â Most of you are aware that he is my service dog, and even more of you have witnessed first-hand or at least over posts at least that he has been something no less than a miracle for me. Â I think itâs time to bring to light a little more about that. I think itâs time for me to share.
Those who know me personally know that I suffer from a few psychological disorders, a couple that yes I was born with and were not created by events or any âbad thingsâ (though yes I have a couple created from traumatic events as well). Â This means this is something that I, as well as my family and close friends, have had to deal with pretty much all my life. Â It has not been easy for me, nor for them. I am lucky that I do have a supporting family who wanted to help, and knew my âacting outâ wasnât on purpose when I was little, that yes something was wrong. However, mental health care has come a long way in the last 20-30 years, which wasnât the case when I first was having trouble. Â To add to that, psychiatric service dogs did not exist until after Iâd graduated high-school (and you better believe my parents would have looked into a service dog for me then if PSDâs were a âthingâ) back then.
What this meant was, I went through most of my life, struggling, trying and falling, time and time again. Iâm just glad that again my family and friends were there to help me stand back up. Being an adult though, you donât always have a person there to keep you up. Help you up yes, but have to stand on your own feet sometimes. I made bad decisions, as we all do, and is customary of my disorders. I had goals and dreams that got crushed or didnât pan out, also partially again to my disorders.
It gets disheartening to keep stumbling and falling, like needing training wheels but not having them there. To further add to it making bad choices and getting in bad relationships and situations that add a proverbial fuel to the fire.  Never ending cycle of bad that basically kept making a big hole. Iâd take a few steps forward and always fell several steps back.  One obvious sign of this was my weight.  I was an active child, loved to play outside, swim team⌠that kind of thing, but my weight showed my stress. I was a stress eater, even as a child. The more stress I got, the more Iâd eat, and the more often Iâd go through binge eating splurges. The times I could pick myself up, Iâd lose the weight, only to gain it back again as well as more, the next time I had a large fall. I will come back to why this is important in a min.
It was roughly 5 - 6 years ago, several months after a really bad situation and to be blunt, a really shitty guy, which I realized this cycle was going to never end unless I did something to change it. Getting rid of the disorders was not going to be an option, as Iâm kind of stuck with them. But if I didnât do something Iâd end up with even more health issues, as my mental issues were really starting to take a toll on my heath. Â Iâd gotten up to 324 lbs, blood sugars were starting to spike, blood pressure was raising. I couldnât leave the house hardly at all, I just wanted to stay in bed and hide from the whole evil world.
It was then I needed to make a change. Do stuff for me, not for other people, make changes for me so that I could actually try to live instead of letting my disorders rule me and I turned into nothing, or worse. Again with friends and family support mind you (I can NEVER stress that enough), I stepped forward. I enrolled in college, a huge step for me! Â Realizing I could utilize being able to take online classes as well as on campus. I had started doing research on Psychological service dogs (PSDs). I found another therapist (and yes been through several in my years), one that I trust and like. And started the process to get on disability so I could get through school. Also looked into voc-rehab and other things to help. I bring all that up, cause though we all like to say âSparrowâ fixed everything, thatâs not the real truth, what started it was me saying âI need to do this for meâ and Sparrow was only one of several things that I did to start making it so I could live my life. Â
Thus Sparrow came to be in my life. With Sparrowâs help I excelled in school⌠(3.92 GPA, and a 4.0 at the last college to finish up the last 2 years!)  I got more focused into healthy things such as getting back into dog training and dog sports. I started to be able to go into public, and live like someone else, instead of being able to do nothing but go to stores late at night when I had no choice but to get something, or only eating fast food because I couldnât go grocery shopping. I actually started being able to do things, enjoy things, and plan to go to events. Sparrowâs tasks allow me to be human, allow me to function as close to normal as Iâll probably ever be (not that I ever want to be ânormalâ).
Because of Sparrow I got the urge to take care of myself again. This yo-yo weight thing also needed to be tackled. So 4 years ago I got the Lap-band. And last year⌠those surgeries I had? They were skin removal surgeries because between exercise, eating right (cause hey you can do that when you can actually go to the store and shop for food!), and the lap-band I lost 164lbs. I had lost over half of me. The weight that had been something I hid under, a visual symbol of how my mental disorders were physically effecting me in a bad light. Â
I know this is long, but trust me I could probably write a book on this and that would be maybe what itâd take for you to truly understand and know. But I wanted to share the summary of my story, the summary of this change, and I wanted to actually share the physical proof of what benefits a psychological service dog can really have. My boy is a miracle. Though I will be the first to say, he was not a magic pill. I do see medical professionals, I do take medication, and he is one of my many tools. But even that being said, he is my miracle. He saved my life, a life I made the steps to attempt to save on my own, but he was that last piece of medical equipment needed. I owe him so much, but I hope my story gives hope, that sometimes you just have to push past the darkness, and find your own silver lining, and when you do, it will be such a relief! Â Yes I will always have to struggle at things most people take for granted, even with Sparrow at my side, Iâm not going to pretend itâs all ârainbows and butterfliesâ now, but I will say, going through the rough patches are not as bad since I am not alone.