My Sister: Doctor, Schizophrenic—Gone But Still Here
This Story Will Break Your Heart. But Some Truths Are Too Important to Stay Silent.
Twins have an unusual bond that most people can’t appreciate.
We were conceived together.
We shared a womb.
Shared every birthday party.
Every birthday cake.
Shared the same school until we graduated from university.
If I’m being perfectly real with you, I think I later struggled with codependency because I’ve been in a codependent relationship with another female companion from birth.
And this is part of why I generally like women.
Why most of my close friends are women.
When we were 13, she almost died from electrocution.
I made a brief mention of this in my book.
Our house was always falling apart in some way or other.
My father would have you think we were poor.
Poverty is a state of mind.
Although his apartments were always in good condition, he was less diligent about maintaining our house.
Frankly, my childhood home says more about my father’s self-esteem than anything else.
How you treat your things says a lot about you.
There was a known issue with the electricity in the kitchen.
I was vagu…
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