Mama. Writer. Speaker. Rescued by Shelter Dogs!
Before I tell you a little bit about me, I’d like to tell you about a dog named Sunny—a ten-month-old, brindle pit bull so skinny even her shadow looked bony. Her tail, a little stump of a thing, looked like it had been chopped in half and then stomped in three places. Every day in the back corner of a rundown Los Angeles shelter, she pushed her wet, black nose through the bars of her barren kennel—reaching out for love in the midst of her suffering.
Sunny seemed so different from me. For years, I hid when life got hard. I was afraid to love. To ask for help. To be vulnerable. And sometimes, I even wanted to make myself suffer.
During my teens and early twenties, I blamed myself for my father’s demise at the hands of alcoholism. In turn, I lived to matter in the eyes of others—my God was whatever you thought of me. I went for guys who had no interest in me sober or in daylight.
And for eight years, I was bulimic. I stuck my fingers down my throat and reached all the way to my heart, trying to yank it out.
It wasn’t until I began working in animal welfare that I stopped reaching for all the wrong things—cupcakes, weight loss, vodka, jerks—and started turning to shelter dogs for comfort. Whenever I started listening a little too closely to the depressive voices in my own head, I could unlock a kennel door. I could offer comfort to another life, a life as sacred and real as mine. I could awaken to a vital need for forgiveness, beginning with myself.
My journey wasn’t simple or easy, but today, I live recovered from bulimia and depression.
My healing experiences with animals have been featured on CNN, NPR, The Huffington Post, Salon, Psychology Today, and in my own book, Pound for Pound. On a daily basis, shelter dogs continue inspire my heart, reminding me that even under the toughest circumstances, we can do the bravest thing.
Reach out for love.
P.S. Sunny’s incredible story is detailed in Pound for Pound!