I’ve been very involved in rescue for 20 years now. After I was forced to resign from the state police, I went to a dark place like I said. I was taking in the most aggressive rescue cases in the country…. My stats were good! I was saving many, however I took in a 115lb Dogo Argentino and the owners who surrendered him to me lied and said he never bit anyone but he was growling at the wife.
The dog almost killed me one day as I was washing dishes. He growled. I looked down and saw his eyes. Dogos are bred to rip the throats out of 1000lb wild boar and be tried to do the same to me. If I fell, I would have been dead. An inch lower on my throat, I would have bled out. I was able to contain him in a room…. I took the face selfie. I looked at my bones exposed in my arm. I didn’t care. I accepted death because I had no purpose after losing my job.
Again, I was in a bad place, mentally. When you feel you have nothing left to live for, you don’t care if you live.