I have known fear, but I had never known it with the kind of intimacy I do these days, until my daughter’s life was at risk.
Until my beautiful, brilliant, kind daughter turned on herself. As her brain struggled to make her move forward, as it convinced her of all her faults, as it sent messages of lies to her soul.
It started with sentences of self-criticism, long looks in the mirror and measuring herself against others. It grew into self-harm, hoodies in the dead of summer.Read more on themighty.com