Since I woke up from my Rumpelstiltskin nap, Casey had continued to improve physically. Thanks to Gunner, she’d even quit taking sleeping medication. But emotionally she was not healthy. Having grown stronger, she began fighting the memories she couldn’t shake. Memories in which she constantly found herself helpless. And muted. She told us, “It’s like drowning every day only to find that someone lets you up long enough to suck in a breath of air just before they shove you down again.”
