The Thing About Hard Things
At five years old, I watched my Mother drink rubbing alcohol, as we were supposed to be leaving for my doctor appointment. She had an alcohol problem and in her troubled mind, she saw that as a solution.
She suffered from seizures, something I witnessed regularly. Her seizures terrified me, mainly because I didn’t know what was happening. By the time I was six years old, her and my Father split up and she moved out.