Chapter 32

October 2010-October 2011

Then she died. Of all of the things that I had dealt with in my life; my little brother’s death, foster care, etc., my soul had only ever encountered a stubbed toe compared to this inner mutilation. Every aspect of my psyche was shredded. I determined that as long as my older brother breathed, so would I, but I promised nothing else to myself, or to God. I changed jobs. I needed to work somewhere no one had seen me cry. It became very important to me to seem okay to everyone else. I was outwardly warm but frozen inside.