You’ll never be prepared for some types of news, least of all the shocking news that someone who was loved by millions, bringing joy to both human and non-human animals alike, had taken her own life. When I first saw the video posted by Mikayla Raines’ husband Ethan [1], my initial response was one of shocked disbelief. Everything about it felt surreal, like the stereotypical scene where police officers show up at your front door to inform you that your husband or son has died. The grief is immediate and intense.
Over the course of the next few days, as the numbing pain and grief worked its way through my mind and body, it began to dawn on me that part of the reason why I responded so strongly to this terrible news was that in many ways I had felt a kinship with Mikayla, also in that we shared similar struggles in dealing with society.
Fox Solace
Mikayla Raines was the founder of SaveAFox [2], a Minnesota-based shelter and rescue for wildlife, with a particular focus on foxes. She had a very large presence on social media, including on YouTube where the videos of in particular foxes like Finnegan, Dixie, Mattias, Vixie and Fawzie got millions of views. One of her most recent major undertakings was to buy out a 500-fox fur farm and have the owner sign a contract to never run a fur farm again.
The stresses of all this, as well as finding homes for five-hundred fur farm foxes kept Mikayla’s extremely busy, and despite the support from her husband, her young daughter and a steady group of dedicated volunteers, her mental stability became increasingly more volatile.
She had been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder (BPD) [3], and was seeing a therapist for this in addition to taking the usual assortment of mood-managing medications. As alluded to in Ethan’s heart-breaking video, Mikayla’s mental health most strongly suffered from online abuse that she received, something that was corroborated by others [4]. This abuse took the form of severe accusations of dishonesty and taking advantage of SaveAFox (financial) supporters.
Although none of those accusations were based on empirical evidence, the people behind these conspiracies were relentless in their harassment and bullying campaigns, pushing Mikayla ever further from a stable emotional state. Watching her last videos on the SaveAFox YouTube channel you can catch glimpses of this increasing sense of loneliness and sadness as she sought solace with the foxes, coyotes and other creatures who she was taking care of. Unlike humans, other animals do not judge you.
Dark Side of the Mind

After Mikayla’s suicide, one of her most relentless harassers wrote an upset response at the accusation of them being responsible for Mikayla’s death, painting the accusations as if they went over to Mikayla’s house to personally slice her open with a knife. Interestingly, there is a strong argument to be made that this is effectively what they did, albeit without ever having to be in physical proximity to Mikayla.
It’s been well-established by now that emotional pain uses the same neurological network as physical pain [5], albeit with emotional pain not having a distinct location in the body, unlike when you e.g. stub your toe. This makes dealing with emotional pain much more of a struggle, partially because it’s harder to block out, partially because it will not fade like a scuffed limb will. On the positive side, it also means that you can take a paracetamol against emotional pain.
In this regard there is a major problem with mental healthcare, as in psychology and psychiatry the focus tends to be on the patient. Looking at the suggested neuropathology behind BPD [3] it should be clear that it is all based on pure conjecture, with a major question mark around e.g. amygdala activity. The problem here is whether much of what is classified as ‘BPD symptoms’ in the brains of patients could actually be the result of something external, rather than the cause of what is subsequently classified as BPD. Effectively it raises the question of whether BPD is even real.
Where my own kinship with Mikayla feels strongest – aside from the mutual love for non-human animals – is in my own diagnosis of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). This is classified as a permanent neurological change to the brain, affecting both the amygdala’s fight or flight response and the hippocampus. Here too one has to raise the question of whether the changes observed in the amygdala and hippocampus are the result or cause of the observed symptoms.
In a previous post I have addressed this [6], questioning whether what we call ‘PTSD’ isn’t simply a normal response following extreme trauma. Such an experience in a sense ‘opens the mind’ and allows you to see reality in a way that’s both far more real, and accordingly more unpleasant. If we consider PTSD from this perspective, then the problem is with the environment of such a person denying this reality, which then causes the affected person the type of distress that is classified as ‘PTSD’, as their environment only reacts with confusion and hostility to attempts to explain what they are seeing and feeling.
This is obvious in mental healthcare, which treats someone with ‘PTSD’, ‘BPD’, etc. as being a stand-alone case of merely a defective brain. Unwilling to consider that perhaps the ‘patient’ has a point, the latter is forced to conform to society. Suffice it to say that all this accomplishes is victimising the patient, making them feel ever more broken and alone.
All of this this then feeds into the dark parts of one’s mind, which is where monsters roam.
Dark Places
Inside each of us are dark places. These are parts of the mind that we retreat into when bad things happen, which can range from that stubbed toe to psychological and physical torture. In the latter case these are the worst of the dark places. Once the monsters in those places have your scent, they will keep coming out, to remind you of the trauma and to drag you back into that reality and that state of mind.
Having been relentlessly bullied and harassed myself as a child and young adult – following apparent physical abuse as a young child – I have spent far too much time in those dark places. One time I even ended up in the final dark place, the one which you find when society has left you no good choices, the bullying and harassment has got too strong, and all you want is for the pain to go away. When you’re in that particular dark place, there is no thought of what is good in your life, you don’t think about your beloved pets who gave you so much joy, nor your favourite foods, your precious children or dear husband or wife.
In that dark place all you can do is drag your mangled emotional body over to that which will put you out of your misery. When I had reached that point, all I could feel was an extreme clarity of mind and intense sensation of peace. There was no doubt, no feelings of regret, just joy that it was finally over.
Waking up in the hospital many hours later, hooked up to so many tubes and wires was the worst thing ever. It meant that the nightmare would continue. Fortunately my mother was there at the time to whisk me away to a much safer location.
Be Kind

Throughout the whole aftermath of Mikayla’s death I have never once blamed her for what she did, even if it hurts so much to think about her never being able to see the new fox kits grow up, or to play with Finnegan and the other foxes again while mutual human and fox laughter echoes around the yard. It’s heart-rending to think of Finnegan, Fawzie and the others wondering whatever happened to Mikayla, who no longer comes to play with them, to give them treats, head scratches and tummy rubs. Will they feel that something is wrong, perhaps think that they did something bad?
At the same time I feel nothing but contempt for those who felt that it was their duty to bring misery, lies and suffering to one of the few people in this world who brought nothing but kindness and light to everyone willing to listen and look.
There are so many things you can be in this one life that you have, and it would be such a shame to waste it on negative things. This is why it’s so essential to be kind to every animal, including the human ones, and consider that whatever troubles them is very likely treated with humanity and kindness than with a faceless therapist and copious amounts of medication.
Even today I’m far too close to ending up in that final dark place again, with my environment playing the largest role in how optimistic I feel about staying safely away from it and other, lesser, dark places. The safer and more surrounded by kindness I feel, the easier this gets, and the less severe the PTSD symptoms are.
Unfortunately it’s too late for Mikayla, but we can use ruthless kindness and vicious empathy to prevent more senseless deaths like hers, while making the world a better place for everyone. We must smother negativity with humanity and empathy until every single one of those negative nannies relents or runs away screaming.
Do it for the foxes.
Maya
[1] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8qlJir9a1zk
[2] https://saveafox.org/
[3] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borderline_personality_disorder
[4] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsZlWbWPauU
[5] https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/body-sense/201204/emotional-and-physical-pain-activate-similar-brain-regions
[6] https://mayaposch.com/blog/2024/09/01/trauma-a-mind-breaking-exposure-to-reality/