I'm almost 2 years on from my 2nd traumatic miscarriage. I was on the motorway not long after it happened & had a panic attack, now I have PTSD on fucking motorways. I have 3 children at 3, 5 & 7 & often worry I won't have long left with my 3 year old as something will happen to her. I've not long finished 2 years of therapy due to my childhood, so thought I could (almost) be regarded as sane then this fucker starts to increase the heat & sets me back. Why is life such a big fat bitch at times! I'm def seeking out further therapy but just wondered if anyone else has had a similar experience?