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Guest Post – I think I’m going crazy!

HarsH ReaLiTy

For over a year I was consumed with taking care of my daughter, Aria, but in the back of my mind, I carried vestiges of what happened when I got the initial phone call about her accident. I couldn’t shake the sound or feeling of breaking glass raining down inside my brain. And no matter what I tried to tell myself, I couldn’t dismiss the vision I had of the girl sitting at the airport.  I tried chalking it up to lack of sleep and coming to terms with the new normal in our house. Still, I knew deep down inside that something was seriously off.

I was experiencing changes that I couldn’t account for and didn’t understand. I kept having flashes of someone’s past. I didn’t think it was my past because I had worked so hard the last twenty-five years, at not having a past. I couldn’t remember…

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