forth and eventually slammed my head onto the kitchen table several times. I was fortunate that my eye wasn’t badly damaged or that my head was cracked open, but my face was swollen and bruised for days.
I stayed indoors and avoided being seen by others
and let myself heal on the surface, but alas inside my mind, body and soul was another matter altogether.
I felt utterly broken.
It was some time before I went outdoors again. The bruising took some time to heal and after each of his rampant episodes I always felt rather timid and shy, but I decided to go to the local park and just get some fresh air. I needed to be away for a little while and escape into my thoughts of despair which seemed to be swallowing me up more and more daily.