Inevitably he’s going to destroy me. I’m incapable of harming him but he can disintegrate me with just a few words. Everyone always leaves. It’s just a matter of time.
I think I was misdiagnosed. What if “mania” was just me being happy & silly & the reason it hasn’t happened in years is because I’ve been drowning for so long & im just dead inside?
I’m not even allowed to tag him in anything or post pictures of us because he’s so worried about what other people will think because I’m recently divorced….idc what other people think.
I’m not allowed to cry. I’m not allowed to tell him I’m suffering & that I need help or I’ll trigger his anxiety & still not get any support. Suffer in silence is the name of the game.
The current urge to go outside, get in my car, drive to an empty field, get out, go in the middle & scream until my voice breaks then keep screaming is insane.