It’s really difficult right now and I’m struggling super hard. I’m so tired of thinking about everything and feeling everything. I’ve just moved houses and my fearful/anxious dog is having a hard time and giving me such a hard time. As if the past year of training just went to the trash. My downstairs neighbor is a really old lady who apparently hears every single smallest sounds that my dog makes. I feel hopeless, I’m tired of thinking and planning on killing myself all the time. I feel inadequate in giving my dog the care that he needs and deserves. I told my friend about this and she said I shouldn’t have a dog because I can’t love him unconditionally. How did I know that my depression was gonna come back? When I adopted him I was mentally stable and got my shit together. I feel so alone, getting help also sucks because no one in the healthcare system actually cares about me. I’ve been forgotten so many times I’m giving up.