a blur of hushed, urgent whisp

numb, staring out a

my own good," that I was "t

stand

stic, beautiful

felt like

o a room, telling m

as impo

, a woman I didn

family friend," a nurse w

eyes and a

were there, their f

arrangements," Dad

sked, though a sickening pre

of the problem

pproached me

to scream, but the

mother turned her face away, but my fathe

"medically indu

ed it

ing, the bleeding..

er, I was empt

ed them, my voice raw

you do this to

cal, Sarah," Dad said

added, her eyes cold. "Y

le to meet my gaze, but offe

"unbalanced," that I wa

iven again, this time to an exclusive

institution, a place to s

phone, my connections

by strangers who treat

d medication and therapy session

s, from postpartum psychosis, even thou

t what was on th

the catalyst fo

r learn in a strange, disembodied way, wa

nt place, my heart broken, my spiri

I th