Inexplicably and unexpectedly I found my husband and life partner walking out on me, and our three children after enduring several weeks of uncharacteristic behaviour, and listening to him re tell our life story from very different eyes. It seemed as though he was a passenger in our relationship, and had been replaced by someone else as he recounted stories that made me question my sanity, and whether there was someone else in the room. Years were reduced to a bin bag filled with his suits, and toiletries, and a statement about just not loving me anymore.
After months of anxiety attacks, flash backs, auditory hallucinations, guilt, self doubt, shame, anti depressants, beta blockers, psychotherapy assessments, dramatic weight loss, crying children, bed wetting children, sleepless nights, and Dr check ins every few days; a veil in front of my eyes began to fall.
The story was not what has been told, the story is not as was presented, the story is not how people want it to be, but something that lurks in darker waters to have achieved the profound effect I have been left with.
After years of being shrouded in the dark, and living with perpetual secrets I realise the only way to set myself free is to let the light I lost saving someone else needs to be shone in order to fix what was broken in me.