When Your Brainchild Bombs, Do You Wash Your Hands of It?

It still means something to me but I’m at a crossroads

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From extreme chaos to echoing silence, my adrenaline stopped pumping accordingly.

I knew I would sleep because the deputy had just taken my daughter to a mental health facility for a psychiatric evaluation. I would be safe for the night.




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