I went to church in person this morning. Hung onto Dom's arm the whole time.
People came and talked to me and I thought of pushing them away and running. Didn't. Burning waves went up and down my chest. And now back home nowhere seems safe.
How can I live with such fear? I don't want to escape but what if it gets worse and one day I do? What if I let the misery beat me? It might happen. God You don't give me a guarantee that it won't.
Carly Lombardi's nice, normal life is suddenly terrifying her. Desperate to understand her feelings and thoughts, she writes in her journal, hoping to find a way to fix herself.
But what if the task is beyond her?
Where do you go when the safe places don't feel safe?