Tears stung my eyes as I approached him, carefully navigating through the mess. Whatever he was going through, he needed help. “We’ll figure this out together,” I promised, taking his hand. “But first, we need to get you home.”

As we left the country house behind, I realized that the road ahead would be difficult. My husband was trapped in his mind, battling demons I couldn’t see. But I was determined to be there for him, to help him find his way back to reality and to us.