Following the death of my husband, I reached the lowest point I have ever been in my life. I told my therapist something I never thought I’d admit out loud: if people had not been there with me at the hospital, I probably would’ve walked out and into the middle of Route 9, just to escape the pain. That’s how heavy grief…
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