I’m about to tell a story that might seem like a sympathy necessitating sob-story, and in a lot of ways I can’t argue that. But my intention of relating the story is two-fold. First, this is the story of when I first ‘came online’ to the realities of life. Second, it is also the first time I had a real experience with mental illness and addiction.
So here it goes.
I don’t remember the age I was when this happened. I was in elementary school, maybe fourth grade, maybe older, I really can’t recall. But whatever age I felt when I woke up that morning was much younger than the age I felt when I went to bed that night.