Telling my story is always difficult, but the really hard part is where to start. My story includes domestic violence ending in suicide and two other incidents involving my youngest child. Thank God I’m not included in those statistics. The PTSD was really tough in the beginning, after my abusive husband died by suicide. If he had gotten his hands on me that night, I would be a statistic of a different kind, but he didn’t. I startled easily. The slamming of a door, a dropped dish and really anything that went boom or bang. The good news, time does heal, and we can all learn to be strong and carry on. One day at a time.