I’ve been riding and around horses for as long as I’ve been walking. I was always trusting and loving every minute of it until March of 2012 when I was in an accident involving a horse.
The physical damage, although extensive, was nowhere near as bad as the psychological and emotional damage. I was diagnosed with PTSD, suffered from panic attacks, anxiety, depression, flashbacks, etc. I was barely able to be around horses, even years later, let alone comfortably ride. I lost the only part of myself that I was ever sure about ‒ a love for horses. I fell out of love and into fear and sadness for a lot of years.
Then in October of 2018 I came across a post from Southern Belle Thoroughbreds: [retired racehorse] Bank On Jon was in need of a home. Every day there were posts for horses being sold or rehomed, but for some reason I couldn’t shake the thought that I needed Bank On Jon. I watched people comment like crazy ‒ making times to go view him ‒ only to have him reposted multiple times. I knew something was going wrong and unable to get his pictures off my mind, I decided to reach out to go view him myself.