It has been a rough couple of days for me dealing with my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). I had a trigger that set off a chain of reactions and I really struggled today. Thank Goodness for the dogs. When I felt I was splitting from myself, I cuddle with one of them and it grounded me. It is probably the reason my post aren't very cute and funny. My dogs are my lifeline. They always have been. And maybe having "therapy dogs" all my life to help me through my childhood abuse and the aftermath of it has given me a different perspective than some might have about dogs.
When I'm in this scathed state of body and mind, I relive that which was done to me and I am frozen and emotionally paralyzed. Deep in my mind I'm calling for help and when that call comes to surface, I will have the strength to go to one of the dogs, who is open to receive me and just smother them with kisses and cuddles until I feel feeling once again rush to my brain. That's when I know I'm OK and I am safe and well cared for. That's what they do for me, unfreeze my brain and let me feel their love wash over me. And this has been ongoing since I was very young and it is the way I survived.
I don't know that I could every really describe how that really feels, but the above is close. I can go from feeling death to life with just a furry touch. And it is so wonderful. I bounced back quickly today because I had that rejuvenation with the dogs. And I know everything is going to be OK.
What better therapy than to cuddle with the 24 Paws of Love?