Leah is safe now. We need you to come down here to the county hospital.”
We had been married for 30 years. After months of her mania-fueled downpour of “creative energy” and rage, Leah disappeared one Tuesday morning in September 2015. She had been emailing me and texting me sometimes dozens of times a day, and haranguing me ceaselessly for months.
Around dinner time, when the nurse in the psychiatric ER called me, I was relieved — and thrust into on-the-job training for a role I’d never planned to undertake.
Here are four things — among many others — I wish I knew at the time. Read more at Medium.com.