When Charles took his life, my brain skipped ahead and over the news like a rock skimming a pond—like I hadn’t just been told the most devastating news of my life. My mind actually left my body for a bit as I watched myself in the back of that police car wondering, “Who is that woman in that police car who can’t breathe?” I can still see her, slunked in the corner in shock from above myself.
But just like that, I was back in that picture. “Oh no, how can I get out of this scene? This isn’t my … Read more...