I survived being shot in my head during a domestic violence situation that had nothing to do with me. I lost my daughter, my relationship, my car, my home, my face, and months of my life due to being in the hospital and a coma. My son will forever be traumatized because I was talking to him as it happened. I can remember everything, and sometimes I wonder if he can too.
Sometimes I wish I would’ve just passed out, so I wouldn’t have had to experience hearing that death-curdling scream from my three-year-old. Sometimes I wish I would’ve died instead of my daughter. I can remember being in a coma and wanting to wake up so bad, but I couldn’t, and then wishing I were dead instead.
Today I still deal with PTSD and constant put-downs because my face is paralyzed. Sometimes I even avoid people. I’m starting to learn how to live like this, with this thing that was handed to me by an upset person with a gun. I still wonder why? How ?