Until tonight, I felt like my PTSD diagnosis was a joke. My fiancé shot himself in the head during an argument we were having. My 1 year old was sleeping in the next room. I was forced to see someone, I was sent to a hospital. I've honestly felt like all this was wishy washy bs until tonight. I've been putting puzzle pieces together and I've maintained an amazing self until tonight. My boyfriend knows all about my past and I haven't experienced to much till we got together. I think he enjoys watching me break. I had a panic attack. Full on, WTF I can't breathe. Very out of character... I just feel so out of control of my own emotions which is just not me... Is that normal? It's been three years sense my fiancé had his moment of stupidity I thought I was home free... Guess I'm not as tough as I thought