How My Great Dane Became My PTSD Support—and My Best Friend
When I left the military, I expected the silence. What I didn’t expect was the noise in my own head.
No mission. No orders. No structure. Just... stillness. And if you’ve served, you know that kind of silence can be loud.
I struggled with anxiety, restlessness, and moments I couldn’t explain. I didn’t want to admit it, but I needed help.
That help came with four legs, droopy ears, and a heart bigger than mine.