The Perils of Sharon

I frantically called my therapist, Susan. I was in deep distress and felt positive Susan was the only one who could help me out of it. But it was the unsympathetic secretary who answered the phone, and she refused to do anything but take a message. I pleaded with her to put me through, but was told I should go straight to the hospital instead, and was asked to put my husband on the phone. While I waited for him to make her decision for her, I went into the bathroom and confronted my...
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I frantically called my therapist, Susan. I was in deep distress and felt positive Susan was the only one who could help me out of it. But it was the unsympathetic secretary who answered the phone, and she refused to do anything but take a message. I pleaded with her to put me through, but was told I should go straight to the hospital instead, and was asked to put my husband on the phone. While I waited for him to make her decision for her, I went into the bathroom and confronted my bottle of pills. On impulse, I swallowed thirty. That was Thursday. I woke up on Saturday night in the psychiatric ward of the Redland Hospital without any real memory of the last three days. But at least I lived through it.Tragically, severe depression and PTSD affect millions of people every day. Sharon survived with the love of her family and their unending devotion to her welfare. In this harrowing memoir of abuse, depression, and terror, there emerges a tale of love, redemption, and healing. Join Sharon and discover how to write your own version of The Perils of Sharon.