Today was my appointment with my counselor, Amber, with the Victim's Services Unit. I must say I really like her. For the first time I feel like someone really understands what is in my heart and my head.
Amber makes me think about a lot of things in a different way. For instance, I was all for moving to Loxahatchee, but it wasn't even a couple of months that we lived there that Mark went wildly manic the first time in 2003. In the past ten years following our move I have allowed myself to be alienated from my family.