the last thing you remember is your suicide attempt. too much dysphoria, too much pain, too much life. you needed to quit. it's been a couple of days since it happened and you have been sleeping for most of the time.
"i'm gonna miss so much school." you think to yourself.
your family is here with you, although not fully accepting, they'd do anything for you, they just don't want you to change.
the doctors and nurses come in and out of your room and nothing seems to change. everything is bad, nothing seems to stay the same.
you brother talks to you for a bit, but you're so tired you almost fall asleep in the middle of the conversation. you want to sleep forever. school is too much, life is too much, everything is too much. dysphoria has taken over your life, as well as OCD, ADHD, anxiety, depression and so much more. you need someone, maybe not even someone, maybe an animal.
"yeah, an animal, like a service dog." you think, right before you drift back to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
too much (service dog)
General Fictiona fiction service dog story note; (this book, at times, may not be accurate and time might move faster than it should be in real life, don't complain, it helps move the story along) triggers; intro: mentions suicide
