So in my heart, I feel it is very timely that there is a day set aside to advocate awareness about PTSD. By doing so, the ignominy related to the illness may be better understood. And perhaps someday, there will be no need to even set aside a day.
I was confused and continued to sob until the door swung open and my boyfriend of just six weeks came into the room. He stood by my bed. "Heidi. You have to fight. You have to decide. Do you want to live?"