SHE WAS THE KNIFE HE TURNED INSIDE HIS HEART. AND HE HAD NO PROBLEM BLEEDING FOR HER.
The Darkness Of Healing, the sequel to Panic Attacks. It is recommended that you read 'Panic Attacks' before starting this book because of the background information.
The tragic accident turned Ruel's world upside down, but he wasn't the only one to suffer. Yasmine, along with Ruel, fell into the infinitely dark hole of misery. They went down together. They held on to pieces of the other that were no longer there in the hope of creating a bright light for themselves. Because healing in that darkness seemed almost impossible. It only worked if they stayed together, so they didn't let go. Down together was up together. Even when the other could have been saved by letting the other go. Their infinite love is stronger than any pain in the world. And they would reach their light again without leaving each other's side in every bit of the healing.
As Yasmine assists Ruel in his journey around the world, she tries to uncover the truth about her past. But keeping that a secret could have been a big mistake. And it's not the only secret that remains hidden between them. The silence between them will eventually unravel everything.
TW // Death, murder, rape, violence, suicidal thoughts, abuse, PTSD, panic attacks, alcoholism, trauma (nightmares), unsafe home-situation, graphic sex, blood, hospitalisation, car accident, hallucinations, self-harm, swearing, weapons, drugs
Two months after surviving Tobias Hankel, Dr. Spencer Reid struggles to forget every detail of his documented trauma and has a gut instinct that leads him to believe he's forgetting undocumented trauma as well. Having undergone a mandatory psychiatric evaluation in order to return to work immediately after being rescued, Spencer is diagnosed with a slew of mental health conditions, as well as a late diagnosis of ASD and ADHD. He's trying to adjust to his new ADHD and anxiety medications that allow him to seemingly function better than ever before. Sure, the meds make it easier for him to throw himself right back into his work despite the trauma and the anxiety meds are messing with his ability to remember key elements of his trauma at all... but is that such a bad thing? He's the best he's ever been. He's found the perfect balance in pill bottles. His concept of time and reality may falter, his ability to eat or sleep is nonexistent these days, but that's just a side effect that he can live with if it's what allows him to feel like a profiler rather than a helpless victim. The doctors had reassured him that he would adjust eventually and that although he was being prescribed narcotics, there was little to no recreational or abuse potential. That dependency and addiction weren't something he needed to worry about. Nothing worse than temporary side effects. He did, however, think it odd that he enjoyed what he presumed to be the most intense and notable side effects. He was fine. Everything was fine.