Morning,

I sat heavily on the edge of my bed; staring out at the open door and dreading every minute of the day ahead of me. I heard a faint whine and my attention shifted to the tan dog sitting on the floor, patiently waiting on me to make my next move.

“I think I’m going to try to go to counseling today,” I said.

The dog didn’t say anything, he just looked at me with concern and compassion. The look on his face made me feel like that was the best idea I’ve had since I proclaimed it was time for breakfast and biscuits this morning.

Everyone needs support.

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