There was a stretch in my life when I thought emotional support animals were just a trend. I’d read stories online that sounded dramatic or exaggerated, and I figured a cat or dog could be comforting, sure, but not life-changing. Then I hit a rough patch with my Bipolar II Disorder and met Milo, my golden Maine Coon mix, and everything shifted. My name is Derek Thompson. I’m 32 and from Georgia, and for the last few years I’ve been dealing with waves of hypomania and deep depression. Therapy ...
