Just Sane Enough
by Stacey Scott Mae
I was in a codependent psychosis. I enabled an addict and a narcissist, one of the Just Sane Enough, a person who walks a fine line between functioning and lunacy. I describe my escape: clawing out of a dark hell thronged by demons of physical, emotional, and spiritual abuse, and protected a child who’d done no wrong but be born into a gaggle of demons and sycophants. It is a memoir and catharsis.