I got Trunks when I was eighteen, in June of 2011, at the start of the last summer I worked in a job that I’d had since I was fifteen; due to my PTSD, my mild agoraphobia, and my extreme social anxiety, I would later lose this job, my boss deeming me not fit to work further with the children that kept me going on a daily basis.
In time, I would also lose almost all of my friends from high school, college, and would isolate myself so severely that by the time I turned nineteen the only friends I had were people I’d met on Tumblr. Instead of leaving the house or interacting with my family, I found solace in the validation I received from many thousands of followers; very little of this was healthy in any way. (The only consolation I have now is that I am still friends with quite a few people I befriended from this time.)
When Trunks was hardly a month old, she and her sister were abandoned on the side of a road in Baltimore, where my sister’s friend and her daughter found them and took them in. I picked her–and my sister chose her sister–and since that day in late June, Trunks has been under my care.
For those of you who have been with me since that time, then you are aware that Trunks received her name from DBZ, and due to a mistake I made about her gender when I got her when she was a month old. Me, being the dumb idiot I am, wasn’t entirely aware of this fact until she gave birth almost a year to the day after I got her.
Even still, for over three and a half years, Trunks has been the one consistent thing in my life. The one place I can constantly seek out love and affection and get it every time. I knew prior to getting her how helpful animals could be with therapy, but I never once knew how, firsthand, having one could literally change my life for the better.
I don’t owe my recovery entirely to her; of course not. But I truly and genuinely believe that without her, things would be different right now. I would be different. And not in a good way.
There’s no real point to this post, other then the fact that I was thinking about the fact that so many people out there are in situations like I was, without a support system, without much else other than people on the internet they can maybe rant to every now and then, and I just wanted to say that I hope you’re doing okay, and I hope you’re finding that one thing that keeps you going, whatever it may be. For me, it was my precious little baby angel, Princess Trunks; who I promise I try not to spoil rotten, but sometimes I can’t help myself.
If you have a pet that’s like Trunks for you, give them a little extra lovin’ and snuggles for me!!! And never take their cute little selves for granted.
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