People who equate truth with fact are missing the point.

Eyes Open, Eyes Closed

Carter doesn’t talk about his illness. Not ever. Not to his dad and me, not to his therapist, not to his psychiatrist, not to anyone.

If asked why he goes to therapy, he says, “I go to talk”

If ashed why he takes medicine, he says, “I need it,” or, “My mom tells me . . . → Read More: Eyes Open, Eyes Closed

Toothpick Wielding Demons

I put a condiment cup full of pills in front of Carter this morning, as I do every morning.

As he does most mornings, Carter shouted at me, “I don’t have any water! You know I only take my pills with water!”

And as always, I pointed to the water glass sitting next to . . . → Read More: Toothpick Wielding Demons

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