Addy gave his hands a squeeze and she nodded. "It does," she said, taking a deep breath. "God, it does. Knowing means I can get the right help. I was on the complete wrong meds before. But we can fix that now. And I can do therapy for this and therapy for the trauma. We're making a plan together, the psychiatrist and me! Setting up appointments for the next year. It means- It means, maybe I can stop hurting you so much. Iestyn, I'm so sorry." She would be more upset about it, but...mood stabilisers. She felt comfortably and perfectly middle-of-the-road.