When the bogey man hides under your skin nowhere is safe….
I have fed him a carefully crafted meal, a dinner of foods that can help him feel better. High protein, loads of Turkey with the extra tryptophan to get those neurones firing on target, to calm and relax. Lots of green veg and comfort food of roasted potatoes, mashed carrots, swede and parsnip, drizzled in a real gravy. He ate and thanked me. I know the thank you was for more than just the meal.
It really works, avoiding the processed foods he used to cram in his body to get hits of sugar, he is calmer. He is nearly him again.
Bye bye him, hello you….
My husband is a prisoner,
a prisoner in our home,
a prisoner in his head,
a prisoner in our relationship,
a prisoner in his family,
a prisoner in life.
He wants so much to be free but the longer he’s a prisoner the less able to reach freedom he is.