It was 12 years ago this month that my boyfriend Tim committed suicide violently and unexpectedly. In the years since, I have struggled with the residual PTSD and my own demons that have surfaced. I'm a bright woman with all sorts of possibilities and opportunities, but the depression and anxiety I face every day hold me back. I'm 28 and I still haven't gotten my life together. I depend on my parents, and I hate being such a burden on them, both financially and emotionally. For the first time in almost three years I have been able to face the day without tears, and I am just hoping that this might be the first step out of the darkness.