:) I really struggled with mental health when I was younger - I had a puppy and at the advice of my bishop, had her formally trained as a service dog. This saved my life.

After the umpteenth time of missing church the bishop showed up at my house asking why I hadn’t come. I told him some BS along the lines of “my dog was too nervous to be left alone” he told me that I was loved by everyone in the ward, and that bringing my dog was what it took to get me to church, then I better get her leash. This obviously didn’t make her a service dog, and religious building are governed by different laws regarding service animals (ie legally bishop did have the digression to let her come), but it helped so much with my debilitating panic attacks we ended up having her formally task trained later that year. She was a very intuitive pup, and was task trained to listen to my heart rate - when it started to rapidly accelerate (in preparation for a panic attack) she would jump into my face and “demand” cuddles + provided unpleasant tactile stimulation (licking and scratching) when I would dissociate. She helped me start to live a normal life-she accompanied me to college in the fall, lived with me in the dorms + even walked with me at graduation, and then accompanied me to my transition to live as a working professional. It was a turning point in my mental health.