This is about my sister. This is FOR my sister. She has stage four metastatic breast cancer.
What happened to us is often not a choice. But the choice to recover, that’s on us. I wish it weren’t sometimes…but oh, my friends…it most certainly is.
“…she grabbed handfuls of our hair and raked the razor blade in a downward motion…rake, rake, rake, rake, rake…until a clump landed on the floor. She called it “layering.”
Robin Williams has left us. We’ve been bombarded with blog articles, news, speculation on social media, etc…as to why he did this or what it means for those suffering from bipolar disorder or depression. The only short answer I could possibly give for the question, “Why did he do it?” is this…
“Those staircases that lead to the bedrooms we used to know have been transplanted into our souls. As Sarah Dessen said in What Happened to Goodbye, ‘Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.'”
“I’ve carried around my broken brother for so long, but today I could hear his voice on the other end of the phone – and in it the hope of second chances.”