I wish this darkness could manifest itself into a physical object/being. I could see the damage I was doing as we went round after round in the ring.
Sometimes, I know he would be bloodied and bruised. Days like today, I would be in corner of the ring, on all fours, fighting for my life.
I’m exhausted. I’m not sure I can keep fighting like this. So tired.
I don’t want anyone around me except my husband. I am so exhausted.
Why on earth isn’t there a cure for this? How could anyone ever think this is something we could control. That it is a choice? Nobody would ever choose to be like this.
I just want my life back. I want to be a mother and wife. I want to live again.