English Bulldogs cured my mental illness. Shared by Bullie Pups R Us

Overly proud wife loving mother to 6 admirable children. Hands down a crazy fanatical English Bulldog lover. Owner of Bullie Pups R Us English Bulldogs. English Bulldogs and Bullie Pups R Us is my life second to my kids and family. It is the greatest joy I can speak of aside from giving birth to my own children and getting married to my fabulous husband. English Bulldogs make this entire world a better place.

Having been in this breed since 1997 I have to give them a credit I can give to no one or any other thing. In 2000 we had to rent a home while our home was being built. During that time I could not have dogs at our rental home so my mother cared for my dogs. During the pregnancy with my 5th child I was plagued with post partum depression. The name post partum depression gives you the impression that it only happens after birth or post birth. But in actuality women can suffer from the symptoms during pregnancy well in advance of birth. Looking back I can see this was the case. Having been through 4 other pregnancies without this problem I had no idea what was happening. I wasnt even aware that it was happening. It just slowly crept in and over time it grew and took over my life. It became the most apparent about three months after birth. It had become so huge and deeply engraved at that point that there was no hiding it or denying that something was terribly wrong. Thanks to the internet I was able to diagnose myself. At first I refused help. I said I am too strong for this and I will overcome on my own. In the coming weeks I spiraled downward so fast it was if I was a moving train with no breaks heading for a brick wall. I did not believe in medications as I felt that was for crazy people. So I was at a loss of who could help me. I became so isolated that I didnt even want to wake up the each day. I would have been happy to just fall asleep and never awaken again. I hated myself becasue I was not strong enough to fix ME. Everything was so stressful even basic tasks. I could not even bathe as that was too much stress to have to do that. I finally got the courage to call my OB/GYN and was told to come in at once. I dont even remember much about the trip there other than bawling the entire way there and the entire time I was there and the entire ride home. Anyhow the road to recovery was not easy nor short lived. It took me 4 years to recover in full. Going back I was workiing from home as a mortgagt consultant. I had pretty much told my boss I was not mentally capable of doing it during this time. My husband had no idea what what going on with me. My Dr. tried to explain it to him. All he knew was that the real me was gone. One of the most debilitating things I can remember about depression is that you are stripped of every coping mechanism you have ever learned and stripped of yoru memory. I was a perosn who ran the workd in my head before ths heappened. Now I could not tell you what happened ten minutes ago. I was unsure if I had taken my medictaion daily. I had gotten a notebook to write it in but I couyd never remember where the book was and some days that there was even a book and what it use was for at all. My husband just did not know what to do. He just tuned me out and I felt like I was stranded on an island, alone. Over time the medciation and a life coach brought me to a stable ground but I was far from recovery. I was asked what hobbies I loved and told that I needed to get back in to somethng my heart loved. That was easy. Dogs! It was my one true passion. My husband was very hesitant. I think he thought how could I care for dogs if I barely took care of myself and struggled daily with motherly duties. I just followed advice. I knew I needed to get better so if I was told something I did it. Well to amazement this was what I needed. It was the eternl and unconditional love of these animals I am so crazy about that I can credit to my recovery. There have been outside roadblocks and obstacles but they have kept me on track, held me up and cherished me as I was. It was my English Bulldogs and my business Bullie Pups R Us that saved my lfie from this horrible mental illness I suffered. When I was alone in my mind on the island, when I was lost and could not get home in my mind, when I was weak and frail in my mind they walked by me, encouraged me and loved me no matter what was wrong with me. no matter who I was or where I was in my life. It was them, my English Bulldogs that saved me. They aked nothing of me, they expected nothing of me, they just loved me unconditionally day after day. I looked forward to that support system daily in my life at that time and if they did not come and save me I may not have been here today. Me and my family owe my life to these dogs. They truly still as of today make this world as it is.... Scarey, cruel, cold and unmerciiful all better. They make all the wrongs, right in this world with out expecting anything in return.