Two months after the divorce, I was sh0cked to see my ex-wife wandering aimlessly in the hospital. When I learned the truth, I completely collapsed.

But the woman in that hospital bed was not simply my ex-wife. She was someone I had loved. Someone whose pain I had failed to recognize while it was happening right in front of me.

Over the next few days, as Rebecca grew physically stronger, we began having the conversations we should have had years earlier.

She told me about her first panic attack during continue reading …