I have not thought of the day I had to call 911 emergency
he’d had his hands around my throat in a rage and I was terrified —the weeks of his lows were exhausting ….Chris…. he couldn’t face it —and I had to stop carrying him because he was killing me —the people arrived …..the drama out on our street. Everyone saw. I went with him. I slept there the week on the floor
As empaths we absorb so much of others emotions when we feel them
we take it on— it isn’t a choice but a burden or gift yet not something one turns off
Unless induced and I guess that is why the need for escapism was ever the choice
The crumbs I left behind ….it’s a riddle that nobody has ever solved
but I’ve left all my clues in the legend
After the years —looking back…. I couldn’t have escaped my husband without their intervention ….the doctors ….the forced treatment —to get him out of my head; he was a sickness and I was trapped in his bipolar cycles always ….the angel of mercy ….but nobody is for me —
but then there is Jörn
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