I officially got diagnosed with PTSD today. To finally be heard and seen for all of the suffering I’ve been put through is both overwhelming and relieving.
5 years later and I still ask myself if I was the problem. I have panic attacks when I see dark hair in passing cars. Was that him? Did he see me? Is he following me?
I start recording… I text my husband for proof I’m alive. I don’t think it’ll ever end. I keep smiling.
Since the quilts are a gift from my mom and me, I’ve decided to make little keychains out of the remaining scraps for my siblings. I ordered some photo charms to add and they arrived today!!!
This is the last quilt I have to make before Christmas. This one is for my brother and is made from my Dad’s old jeans and shirt scraps from the other quilts.