For the little kid on my refrigerator

Three years ago, I’d relapsed in my ACoA recovery, triggered by my father’s sudden death. Years of study and learning erased from my mind in those horrific seconds after I discovered my father’s lifeless body. I thought, “Oh my God, my dad is gone.” Punch in the gut. Then I thought, “Oh my God, now … Continue reading For the little kid on my refrigerator