Onyx
My dog Onyx was honestly one of the greatest things to happen to me. When I was ten years old, my mom and step dad packed my younger brother and I up and moved us from Washington state all the way to Pennsylvania. Away from the family I loved and was close to, to his family who didnt know me and didnt bother trying to pretend they cared about me. As you can imagine my mental health declined quite a bit. My mom and I fought more, I started failing school, and made less effort to make friends, often opting to read rather than socialize. But then things got worse when we finally moved into our own house away from my step dads family. He became sexually abusive towards me. And after years of putting up with it, I attempted suicide for the first and last time. When that was unsuccessful, I decided to run away. And that was a lot more successful. I ran to one of my only friends house and got in contact with my grandmother here in Washington. She didnt know the full story, but she worked on getting me a plane ticket to go and live with her. Within days, I was back in Washington away from that household. But my depression and anxiety became cripplingly worse. I barely ate or got out of bed most days.
