Even after forty years working in mental health, nothing could have prepared me for the pain of losing my husband.
Like me, he was a mental health nurse.
We met in the secure wards of Rampton Hospital in England, where humour was often the only light in dark places.
Together we created a life anchored in family and love, bound by our shared passion for travel, motorbike riding and a deep empathy for the struggles of the human mind.
Life wasn't supposed to be like this.
We had a future mapped out-one that was suddenly ripped away.
When things went dreadfully wrong, everything I thought I knew about grief and healing was tested.
I couldn't even begin to mourn him properly amid the fallout and the accusations that followed.
This is a story of us-of our life together, and of what came after.
A journey through shock, truth and rebuilding.
Through tears, guilt and humiliation-and the unexpected strength found in the support of amazing friends.
Out of this, friendships were forged and strengthened, and slowly, healing and hope began to return.