I was unable to eat for weeks. Couldn't even take care of my son. All I could do was sit in my rocking chair legs drawn up to my chest and me holding on to them so tight. I cried day in and day out. If I slept any, it was only in that chair. I could only get up to go to the restroom and right back to my chair and crying and rocking. My husband, who was normally very abusive, avoided me as much as possible. He did not know what to do with me. He took our son to his mothers and left me all alone in that chair for days. Finally, going into the 3rd week, I gathered enough energy to drive myself to my doctor. He wanted to admit me, but I begged him not to. He gave me medicines and told me I needed to make some changes in my life. I had no clue that this was about to happen, it came out of the blue and paralysed me.