This got me. A lot of this I knew as I went through the healing process for many of my wounds years ago. But there's always more layers. My name is Kristen. I used to struggle with asthma as a child. I remember almost dying so many times. Collapsing on the playground while kids surrounded and watched me gasp for breath and almost die. I haven't had an asthma attack in years. I've grown out of it. Yet I still carry an expired inhaler with me wherever I go even though I've never used it. And as a 31 year old woman, as I hear you telling your wife's story-my story- with my name: 'Kristen thought she would die.' I started crying and reliving every trauma where I thought I'd die because the most fundamental aspect of survival- breath- eluded me. More layers. Thanks for helping me peel this one back!