"How about a high five for staying out of the hospital for twelve months!?!" My mother says to me, coming up with her hand raised high.
I slap it. "It's a lucky streak."
"C'mon, you should give yourself more credit than that. You are learning to wrestle with your demons." She looks taken back.
"Mom, these episodes come and go without any trigger."
"No, there are triggers, and bad fucking doctors!"
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