And Her Name is Alicia

November 6th  1:19pm 2012  was just like any other day , I got up and went to work for 9am , left work for 1 to go home  until i had to go back in at 5pm, I remember i was hungry and i needed to use the washroom so instead of getting the mail and stopping at the convenience store i was just going to go home and on the way back in town later i would do those two things, Life for me would never bee the same . On this dreadful day i would come across the body of a young girl who was with child , who in my opinion had been been brutally raped and murdered and left for dead ! who does this ? the horror of that that day lingers with me now almost 2 years later and 3 shrinks in. Sleeping with my husbands shot guns by my bed for months and anticipating someone breaking into my home and brutally raping myself and murdering me can make a girls mind go crazy , the diagnoses of having PTSD was a hard pill to swallow because i myself had never fought in any war, but the short of the story is i now am fighting my own war in my own head . Day in and day out ! More to follow......