One year ago I was on my bathroom floor covered in blood and in so much pain that  I wasn't capable to move. I know that it's something that can happen to anyone, I know that I'm alive and healthy, but I just can't stop thinking about that awful experience over and over again. I thought that I was completely recovered, very happy with my husband and my little cats, but this date hit me really hard. 

I don't know why I'm writing this, but I'm not capable to talk to anyone. Nobody knows how I really feel about this, everyone thinks that I'm stronger than I really am.

Sorry about my English...