This time last year I was a shell of a woman. I was high on percocet and bearly breathing because I literally couldn't stop crying. Every time I stopped, I started again. And again, and again, and again. My husband must have been dying inside from not knowing what to do. Nothing would have helped anyway.
It hit like a knife to my heart yesterday when I realized what today was.
I can say that I am way better now than I ever thought I would be but it still kills me every day.
I have to remind myself that it was real.