We Are All Dead in a Parallel Universe

“There was a time when I thought you wouldn’t come back,” my mom told me one day, years after a series of major psychotic episodes that I had in my twenties.  “I started to believe that you would probably just never be the same again,” she said.  I think I cringed when I heard this.  I can’t tell you exactly why I hate these conversations, but I do, and I have ever since I (mostly) regained my sanity.  My college years were bumpy, but according to my personal timeline, I went completely mad for the first time toward the end of my second year of teaching, when I was 24 years old.  I am 38, now.

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We Are All Dead in a Parallel Universe