I grieve for my children. They love me and accept me, but they still carry fear that mommy's brain will get sick again. They shouldn't have to fear that one night they will be woken up again to the sound of me screaming and smashing things in our home. I hate that I took their comfort from them. They both used to sleep just fine with their doors closed and now they want them open with the hall light on.

I took the same comfort away from my husband. He's always watching out for me and not as carefree as he used to be. I grieve for what my family lost.