One Woman's Marathon Toward Healing Her PTSD
“When I reflect on the past four years since that tragic day, I am reminded of immeasurable blessings mixed with unbearable pain.”
My story begins at a finish line.
On a bright Patriot's Day in 2013, I stood at the finish line of the Boston Marathon waiting for my husband. I was so excited to see him take those final steps towards this huge accomplishment. The demands of our life had stretched us both thin and we looked forward to finally completing this challenge. Unfortunately, he never stepped through that finish line. Instead of sharing a celebratory kiss, bombs exploded before my eyes; tragically claiming lives, injuring hundreds, and scarring more with post-traumatic stress disorder.
I am one of those people with PTSD.
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