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It was the spring of 1989. I was sixteen years old, a junior in high school and an honors student. I had what every teenager wants: a stable family, a nice home in the suburbs, a great group of friends, big plans for my future, and no reason to believe that any of that would ever change.
Then came my mother’s psychosis.
I experienced first-hand the terror of watching someone I loved transform into a monster, the terror of discovering that I was to be her primary victim. For years I’ve lived with the sadness of knowing that she, too, was a helpless victim – a victim of a terrible disease that consumed and destroyed the strong and caring woman I had once called Mom.
My mother’s illness took everything. My family, my home, my friends, my future. A year and a half later I would be living alone on the street on the other side of the country, wondering whether I could even survive on my own.
But I did. That was how my mother – my real mother – raised me. To survive.
She, too, was a survivor. It wasn’t until last year that I learned that she had died – in 2007. No one will ever know her side of the story now. But perhaps, at last, it’s time for me to tell mine.
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I hope your sale went well Lori! :)
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It did – thank you! :)
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Best wishes with the sale! Your story is very compelling, heartbreaking but also inspiring.
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Thanks, Jan! :)
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Your memoir is worth 10x that amount. I know you have to be competitive, though.
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Aw, you’re sweet! I kinda like running the Countdown Deals, though. It’s exciting to sell hundreds of copies all at once rather than my usual steady trickle :)
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I understand. I plan to do the same thing if, er, WHEN I finish and publish my memoir. Your courage helps keep me going.
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