Delivered From PTSD

Hey all,

Today I'm going to let you all in on a little piece of my life...and though this is just a piece of my life, it was an experience that almost destroyed me.

July 23rd, 2011...it was a Saturday and my husband and I were having a late breakfast. Somewhere in the whole mix, we had a little accident and I hurt myself...sure I have heard many of the rumours surrounding the events...have even had them told to my face...people said that I had tried to kill myself...I laugh because I think I'm the type that would be too coward to do such a thing...I feared God waaaaay too much to do that...but there I stood with a gaping hole in my forearm. I could see my tendons...though I must admit I was not in any immediate pain...maybe I was in too much shock to feel anything, because I had expected to see a scratch (since that was what I had felt...a little scratch).

I still remember the incident like if it had occurred just this morning...I can remember the fear and panic, the weakness I had felt in my body as I thought that I was going to die...seeing my blood dripping everywhere. I was horrified. Thank God for my husband's quick actions and my God-given ability moments later to calm down and think clearly, else the adrenaline rush would have caused me to bleed faster. The piece of ceramic which had cut me had missed all tendons and arteries...praise God! I was fine...or so I had thought.