Hence, my name Isabella Linton from Wuthering Heights:
"The back of the settle and Earnshaw's person interposed between me and him; so instead of endeavouring to reach me, he snatched a dinner-knife from the table and flung it at my head. It struck beneath my ear, and stopped the sentence I was uttering; but, pulling it out, I sprang to the door and delivered another; which I hope went a little deeper than his missile. The last glimpse I caught of him was a furious rush on his part, checked by the embrace of his host; and both fell locked together on the hearth. In my flight through the kitchen I bid Joseph speed to his master; I knocked over Hareton, who was hanging a litter of puppies from a chair-back in the doorway; and, blessed as a soul escaped from purgatory, I bounded, leaped, and flew down the steep road; then, quitting its windings, shot direct across the moor, rolling over banks, and wading through marshes: precipitating myself, in fact, towards the beacon-light of the Grange. I would rather be condemned to a perpetual dwelling in the infernal regions than, even for one night, abide beneath the roof of Wuthering Heights again".
(Wuthering Heights, 1847).
This is a quote from Isabella Linton, that always resounds with me. ^
The person is institutionalized but it is an ongoing issue in my life to keep it that way.
I've been feeling the anger today, so that's why I'm so blunt about it. Sorry if it sounds off-key. I've come a long way with my therapist, and this year's ASD diagnosis has helped even more.
Thanks.
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And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.