My emotional support animal PART TWO #schizophrenia #doglover

This blog is simply for those who are curious as to how schizophrenics live their day to day lives. I cannot speak on ALL schizophrenics, but this website is simply to highlight the positive moments that create meaning behind such a challenging illness.

Just over a month ago, I rescued Shirley. I had no prior experiences with animals, other than the simple fact that I was lonely, in need of companionship, and desperate to escape the darkness that inhabited me.

Shirley brings light into my life. She has so much energy to give. I have no clue where I would be without her vivacious energy.

So far, her favorite snack is cinnamon flavored milk-bone crackers, with a side of chicken apple sausage strips. She jumps up and down with excitement, every time I open my refrigerator.

As a young schizophrenic, it can be difficult to keep my surroundings clean and fresh. Shirley gives me the energy to keep my space clean. Keeping your apartment clean and nice doesn't feel like a chore anymore when Shirley is around. I care about her deeply.

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