Not much more than a year ago, I set foot in a therapist’s office to receive my first treatment for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. The weeks before that day in July, 2015, I came incredibly close to taking my own life. Cocooned in trauma, wrapped in lies and bathed in shame, all I saw and felt in those suicidal moments was a pain so deep I couldn’t bear one more second alive . . .
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