I needed someone to give me a hand and understand me, but the very thought of that terrified me. I was silent too long, but now I’m done being invisible.
I told the hospital psychiatrist, ‘I’m fine, I’m glad it didn’t work’, even forcing a smile. I was lying. Luckily, I was sent to a secure psychiatric unit.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder entered our lives shortly after our fifth wedding anniversary. It wasn’t the first test we had faced. We were a strong team.
Family care, but this is different. To realise that you have people in your life that actually choose to be there can make you feel so special, so loved.