I woke up in a psychiatric hospital, mostly fearful of what my husband would feel and say. I woke up to my mother standing nearby and my first words were "he hates me". As much as my husband did not understand why or what I did, he never left me. I underwent ECT after that but didn't get better for a few months. Then one day something changed, I don't know what. And I started to heal. That was 12 years ago. I have never been more grateful to fail at something!