Hey! It's Brightmist. I have some ( upsetting, happy, embarrassing? ) news! I got an Emotional Support Dog. I'm not sure if it's embarrassing or upsetting, or if i'm happy, but my anxiety has taken a turn for the worst- I refuse to get out of my room unless I absolutely have to, and the longest I've slept before I got Cookies And Cream AKA Cookie AKA Oreo was about an hour. So my parents finally got me registered for an Emotional Support Dog. She is 6 months old ( she was registered in the ESA the day before because of her age- she is just barely old enough ) and she is the cutest Maltese puppy In. The. World. I decided her service dog vest was boring, so I did the first project I've done in, like, 2 months. I made a leopard print skirt for it to jazz it up. How did I get anxiety? I got in a HORRIBLE car crash. I broke my arm, but other than that, me and my family were fine. The other person, on the other hand, got really injured. But she recovered. I, on the other hand, was mentally tormented until I stopped talking and stayed in my room. The only contact I had with anybody was through this website- I only wrote stories and commented. But yesterday, I got Cookie and everything changed. I am finally closer to my old normal self. I have pictures of her and of the crash ( tourists took pictures when the police told them to stay away. ) Enjoy the pictures! Everyone involved in the crash is OK except for my anxiety.