She was never suicidal, never crazy, never hospitalized, and never anti-social. She was stable and relatable. She was warm, nurturing, funny, and beloved by her family and friends. Until she wasn’t. How do you build a life when you don’t know where you begin? When the foundation under you slips, cracks, shakes? How do you find a place for your shattered pieces when the person you want to rescue you is the person who shattered you? How do you stop the cycle from repeating, from skipping a generation and landing in your child’s lap? This is the grippingly honest and profoundly moving memoir about a woman who will outlive her mother by only two years, and her search for the meaning behind the madness she witnessed, and the madness she experienced.
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