Diary of Abuse by a Loved One Chapter 1 Page 16

names for so many things that I guess she just wanted to be careful not

to put me in the wrong category.

Once I sobbed most of my tears out of my system, I was able to utter a sentence which was that I needed help and I wanted to escape my so called ‘life’.

As the nurse sussed that my appointment was going to last longer than she had initially expected, she phoned reception and spoke to the secretary to put everything on hold. Luckily for me I could stay where I was and get the advice and help, I desperately needed.

I must admit, I felt guilty for even speaking or picking up a fuss as the nurse passed me several tissues to wipe away the tears and snot that was now coming from my face.