You didn’t love me anymore
Before the blood, before the chaos, before the cancer…. Before the doctor had wrongfully diagnosed my mother.
It was a month after Timmy died, before Mr. Bartley left. She started to down-spiral again. See, when my father died it sparked something in her, depression, anxiety…and an eating disorder… It runs in the family. When Timmy died that stuff came back, but harder, and meaner. She had gone to the doctor when I saw her loose her balance one day. That’s how it all started. The doctor thought she suffered from severe anxiety, and thought she needed to be institutionalized, even recommended it.
She brought home papers that day, and when she went out, I’d read them…
The doctor prescribed her prescription benzodiazepines, Xanax. She called them yellow school b
