“I SLEPT UNDER A BRIDGE—BUT MY DOG KEPT ME WARM AND SANE”
People think hitting rock bottom means losing your job, your home, or your family.For me, it was realizing no one had said my name in two weeks—except my dog, Bixby.Not in words, but in the way he looked at me. Like I still mattered. We’ve survived evictions, being turned away from shelters, nights under tarps.One…