I was talking with a couple of friends the other evening when one of them asked, “Are you still on high alert?” I paused and said no, I felt okay. My son was safe, and he was home.
But later, I talked it over with my husband, and I realised... I’m not okay.
Just the other day, when my son didn’t get up, my mind immediately went to the worst. I caught myself wondering if we’d find him dead in his room. My husband thought the same.
That’s not normal.
