Ginger-Bella My Emotional Support Animal

When I came upon my second dog, Ginger, I was moving toward a dreadful, dangerous, depression. I avoided antidepressants because I wanted to die. At the time, I don’t think I would have harmed myself, but I had started privately dreaming the universe would do the job for me. That my plane would crash or…… Continue reading Ginger-Bella My Emotional Support Animal