Follow up to the poem
Four Walls and a Roof poem
Have you ever struggled so hard (when you finally broke free of your captivity) that going back to your mental/emotional abuser and enduring his treatment seemed cope-able than struggling?
What I mean by stuggling is that things just weren’t looking up for me in 2012.
From the moment I left him and fled to the shelter and the horrible experience I had had there, till what came next from sleeping in my car for a few days and when my rickety old car with no air conditioning or heat, finally breaking down, things didn’t get any better. However, I still kept my head above water and treaded on.
It was like this dreadful dark box of solitude that he’d forced me to seclude myself in had become an evil spirit that followed me to Austin which is where I ended up when I left Mr. Hyde. And that dark box of solitude was just going to keep haunting me forever.