Invisible Illness
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Invisible Illness

Why It Was So Hard to Love a Man With Mental Illness

As my husband’s mental state worsened, so did mine.

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My husband’s fist came down hard and fast on the box of juice packs sitting on the dining-room table. I’d purchased the juice earlier in the day but had yet to move the box to its proper cupboard in the kitchen.

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We don't talk enough about mental health.

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Elle Silver

Elle Silver

I write about divorce, relationships, and family. Everything I’ve learned about love, I’ve learned the hard way. You can learn from my mistakes.

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