Ok to cut a long story, very short. At 18 I was hospitalised after a meltdown and put on bipolar meds (one tablet olanzapine)
I had went off the rails and struggled to secure a job for a long time, after being dismissed from a couple of jobs and not being in the right mindset for studying at college. My family were not helpful. I was the scapegoat growing up and it was partly their fault I went so wild.
The only person who stuck by me was my boyfriend. He was never perfect and said that I would never have a good job after being in hospital. I forgave him because everyone else had given up on me or kept their distance. We were ok for a few years but when we moved in together, our relationship was tested .
He was always possessive. He began to become more and more controlling. From pressuring me to wear less make up and stop wearing heels to threatening to hit me and have me put back into hospital if I tried to leave him.
After five years together I told my mum on the phone that me and him were over and I told my brother he was far too possessive. So my abusive old flame realised that he had to let me go. He would threaten to set up a meeting with my parents if I left him while we stayed together and I would be admitted to hospital for "a holiday."
There is a lot more layers to my story. My friend was telling me about her friends daughter who went through an ordeal with a possessive man. She thinks I should try and publish my story.
I said that I had been on forums for years and that I had allready given my story away for free online. So she said: it's not about money or success, it's about helping yourself in order to help others. I said: Yes I know it is not about benefiting financially but my story is online all ready and I don't want to write about people, even if I change names. I will probably find myself in court! I have to think of my family. We get along now.
But she wouldn't give in. Just write about that ar**hole who left you high and dry, a nervous wreck and almost homeless. You took a f***ing overdose because of him. He took away your prime years to go out and enjoy your life and get your education. Your mum thinks he smells of roses after all he put you through. DO IT.
Well when she puts it that why, I do wonder if she has a point. I have been writing on the creative section in the forum. Not sure I'm good enough yet.