This case was too personal and cracked my peace of mind.
I had fought on the side of the defendants for years, each case I won boosted my confidence and set me apart from the other defense attorneys, to a point that thousands of potential clients sought me out. Yes, I fought for the criminal, but they had to see that not everyone is evil. To present a diagnosis and pray they understood and accepted the terms and conditions for an antidote. It was routine and it was my job to change their minds. I was back in the large dusty room where my mind decided to finally break.Ī court room full of a jury with the same condition: glued eyes and closed ears set on what they were told, not on what was true. And although I could feel my wife’s hand grip my own, and her words trying to beckon me back to our bedroom, I couldn’t return. Do you see how frustrating that is? I tried… but I… failed… how could I fail?” I noticed my heart rate pick up and beat violently, I saw the memories of a year ago begin to play out vividly in front of me, as though I stood there again, front row to my mistakes. “Yes,” I sighed, hating that my night terrors were doing this to her.
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