I didn’t think much of it. “Sure, you can watch Frozen,” I said. My kids and I were at my mom’s house for a long weekend. The past few weeks had been one roller coaster ride after another as my husband figured out new treatment and medicine for his mental illness.
I was exhausted. I thought a movie would be a perfect opportunity for a nap. It wasn’t long before Elsa was freezing everything in sight.
I was riveted. But it wasn’t Anna I saw running after her. It was me. I was the character who felt helpless when the person I loved behaved in a way so contrary to the person I knew.Read more on themighty.com