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I am up against a brick wall.
Last night was so frustrating. He came over and things ended in an argument. I don't know why I even try to entertain his comments. I keep thinking that somehow, eventually something that I say will get through the brick wall of his mind. Maybe there will be a tiny crack that I can penetrate.
From what I've read about this illness and learned about from talking with others, his "wall" won't likely be penetrated without medications, and psychiatric treatment. Which he refuses. Because, in his words, he is not sick at all.
I am up against a brick wall.
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