Ellen ODonnell
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read

I left my husband for man like that. Warning signs at every turn which I ignored. I lost myself in him and then lost myself completely. When he finally descended into the whole my love kept him from for 2 years he punished me with paper cuts that left me unrecognizable to myself. Those who refuse to seek help for depression and its various spinoffs are so dangerous. Infatuation masquerades as love as they believe you are the elixir.

I’m four years from the wreckage now and have found myself again, but your piece reminded me of the stealthy damage. Ugh. They should wrapped in neon caution tape, the depressed who refuse to seek help.

When I think of our last year together the image is of playing a shell came with an octopus. Who new what emotion would be presented: tenderness, withdrawal, affection, cruelty, passion or distance?. Everyday a shell game.

I hear your truth. Tell your story.

    Ellen ODonnell

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