I am maxed out on anti-depressants, beta blockers and more and still I crawl into the day with a sense of dread.
My domestic situation is slowly changing and I am in the process of getting divorced. Of course it had to be my husband's idea and he has sneered and called me a coward bla bla when I have brought up the subect in the past. In truth, I think I have been afraid of him and not known where to turn and lived in denial. The fog is lifting and the horror unfolding. There are also times when I am really doubting myself that things were that bad.