Help Hannah Get A PTSD service Dog

Hi! My name is Hannah Taylor. Before I tell you much about my story I'm gonna tell you what I love doing in my life. I am an optimistic person who loves animals, I love to draw and I love to sing. I am a person who holds my family values high, and enjoys being around children. I am good at math and sciences and am working on a degree in my field of electronics.Here's where it gets serious. Right after my 19th birthday, I decided to be that 1% that wanted to serve my country. I felt an obligated need to defend and give back to America, as much as this country has given to my throughout my entire life. So I joined the navy. I ran. I trained hard. I lost weight. It was something I really wanted to do. I went to bootcamp with a racing heart and a high spirit. I left for bootcamp October 2014. I got to take leave to go see my family right after graduation in December, and we were all overjoyed. I was with my family again, a new person, a stronger one-- wearing a uniform I couldn't be more proud of. But during this period of leave, there was an event that I never could have expected that changed my life forever. I got sexually assaulted by a fellow service member and friend of mine.I remember it vividly, and still get flashbacks to this day. I wanted to hide it from everybody. I was withdrawn into myself in a depressive state, and I wanted to hide and be tough and continue on with my life. But I didn't understand how much this would alter my life. Suddenly, I was scared. All the time. I would get random panic attacks and purposely avoided my friends I had. They saw the difference in me and one friend of mine got the courage to report for me. I thanked them. I knew I needed help.With all the missed school due to talking to NCIS about my case, I failed the navy's most prestige education program-- the Nuclear Pipeline. I was devastated. This made my mental state much worse because I felt like I failed. I became withdrawn even more and while awaiting transfer to a new place for a new school, my case got dropped completely. I felt alone. At my new school, things were worse. I went to counseling on and off, and I got sick late in 2015. When I finished school early 2016, I was transferred to a Naval ship. I was determined to make sure nobody knew about my case-- until the stress overpowered me. I broke down. I couldn't handle it anymore. After over a year and a half of keeping a lot of this secret and not being honest to myself, I finally went to get help in July 2016 where I was clinically diagnosed with PTSD.Currently, I am recovering from this trauma and am improving. But nothing will ever take away the scars and pain this has caused. The Navy has placed me on limited duty, and I am taking classes as I am on my way out of the military. Currently the VA does not have enough research on Service Animals or has the appropriate funding set aside for our Veterans as of yet for this potential program. I am asking for help to purchase a Dog and enroll him or her in the appropriate training to become a Service Animal for myself. I have learned that having a canine companion by my side relieves the constant anxiety I have with struggling with my PTSD. And I know this will be a stepping stone for my public freedom and feeling safe to do normal things.Thank you for taking your time out of your day to read this. Any contribution and shares helps! --Love, Hannah