I'm sorry if I'm bothering any of you but I'm struggling this week just to breathe. I keep expecting him to walk through the door or my phone to ring. It just doesn't seem real. On medicine to stop the panic attacks in the middle of the night. My friends are making me live and I have good days but it's rough when I'm alone. I ask that you continue the prayers and stories to help me through this. Thank you in advance, Barbie