Nov 4, 2019
6 min read
Chapter 5: Connection
The truth is we are all alone.
My mother was never the same after my father died. I guess I was never the same, either. I would sit in my room for hours by myself, just listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the curtains. I didn’t make my bed in the morning. I preferred to leave my mess for the world to see. I stopped eating, except for the pills. My mother tried to make me sit with her at the…
