Story
Story“Story? Hey, it’s Mom.”
The warning bells all go off at once at the sound of my mom’s voice. It radiates with the heaviness of depression.
“Mom, are you okay?”
“Uh… I’ve been better. Sam and I broke up.”
Tears spear my eyes, not for my mom but my own self-pity kicking into gear. Like, seriously? Do I have to deal with my mom’s breakup right now when I haven’t even managed my own yet?
“Can you come over? I don’t want to be alone.”
Blinking back tears, I shove my feet into my boots and pick up my keys. “Okay, Mom. I’ll come right now. Are you at home?”
“Um… yeah. I’m at home.” She sounds lost.
I have to breathe through the spike of fear that accompanies all of my mom’s episodes. The fact that she reached out is good. Getting her help early prevents the really damaging low
