Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away...
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away...
Sometimes one hears a story which is so powerful you just know it has to be sent out for the world to read. I have received the diary of someone who has been threatened by her bipolar ex-husband with all sorts of dire consequences if she is identified as the writer. This has made it necessary to withhold her real name along with several other important details such as her place of birth, her occupation, where she lives, where she met him - in fact anything that he feels will identify him and reveal the truth about his appalling behaviour towards her - not so much when he was diagnosed but in the last two years.
I intend to start publishing the diary and am aware my blogs are already read in several countries all over the world including the US and China but if you pass along this blog address to you contacts or on Twitter her story will eventually be told worldwide.
This is true and the following describes events from 2008 and eventually her recovery from her husband's emotional abuse over a period of 22 years. Now she is thinking straight and talking openly and honestly, through her diary, to you about the situation she once found herself in.
It is a harrowing story of someone who fell in love and married a man who developed bipolar disorder and how it drove an intelligent, capable perfectly sane person into deep depression as she fought to save herself and her children.
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