I Saw His Face

Posted on by Cica

I’m trying to write again, it’s been very difficult. Things aren’t the same anymore. It’s not like when William died, this time I died. I have no memory, nothing at all. I don’t know how I got separated from the people I was with.

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Published by Cica

My husband William, at 7:58am, on August 26, 2013 shot himself with a black talon bullet, in the head. As I reached above him to turn on the light, I looked down. I was standing in blood. His blood. I went into shock and that’s where I’ve been. I suffer from bipolar I, PTSD, IED, among other things. Shortly afterwards, I was brutally, bitten, beaten and sexually assaulted. I was left to die. But I survived. This is my journey from North Carolina to San Diego, California.