SANNA IN THE WOOD

Walk out of the clinic. Two weeks of my life gone.... Sedated and then not. Now I am just raw inside. Anxiety eating me up from the inside.....

Get in the car. Drive home. Home with my boy. My son.

I have nothing to give him. I am empty....

Now it's just me and the fight. Breathe. Stop. Focus. Breathe.

Waiting for the medication to work.

Facing endless questions . Are you cured now?

No, I'm far from cured. I'm sorry.

I wish I could sleep forever.

I can't.

There's my boy.

"Mamma???........."