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.




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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