“Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”~ Carl Jung My mom had always been invested in real estate.
I remember snacking on open house charcuterie years before we finally purchased a house to flip—the first of four. By the time I was eighteen, we’d moved five times.
I knew our family was falling apart by renovation number three. I had spent the previous few years and was now on a strict cocktail of seven or so psychiatric and neurological medications.
My brother was in his sophomore year of college, on academic probation, and coping by mixing alcohol with benzodiazepines. My mother was expanding a highly ranked vocational services program while struggling with hyperthyroidism and unidentifiable gut health issues.
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