There was a time in my life when I had a breakdown. I sought help in caring for my daughter before things got too bad. But after that it was a continuous downward spiral until I wasn’t me anymore. I had run away, to live in the back of my mind, while my life went on around me. I didn’t like what I saw through my eyes, but no matter how much I screamed inside, I couldn’t stop it.
I had no control.