““Beyond terrified, I pretended it was okay. I acted oblivious to the dire realities. I didn’t want anyone to discover that at night, behind closed doors, I often crumbled to the floor crying aloud in sheer agony. Crushed, my heart shattered. My life was over, my dreams decimated. I’ve never been that close to suicide. My heart was so violently broken, I could barely move from the bed to start my morning routine. The weight of my existence squeezed the air from my lungs and the hope and joy from my life.””
