Patient No. 9413

    My mother was a woman hollowed out like a tree struck by lightning. I wanted to know why.

    Ever since her first suicide attempt, in 1978, when I was 22, I had been trying to fill in gaps. She was gone much of the time in my early childhood, and when she returned nobody spoke about the absence.

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