Yet Again

Here we are right back to where we should not be.  The fighting is unrelenting. I can not just take the hits so we end up on the ground.  Holding him down.  All this because he needed something.  He needs we try to help and the fight begins.  Then I feel like crap because I had to protect us.  There are no easy answers to this disorder.  Every time the rage starts you dig your heels in and try to help him face the demons that run rampant through his thoughts. You help him fight the monsters that only he can see.  And then you collect your heart and search your soul and wait for the next one.