Around month 6, I quite talking to my family and close friends about my heart, nobody understood the aweful feeling and fear or what I was going through
... The only ones that understood what I was going through
with my PVC's were my friends here...those fighting the same unseen "benign" demons... but demons non the less.
I lived in constant fear, mixed with a kind of unsettled anger and dismay. I lost hope, faith, and felt sorry for myself at times.