The Unseen Secret Behind Joy V.’s Enigmatic Lightkeeping Journey Revealed
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He stayed sober right up until he went back to work, and then it all fell apart again. The relapse hit him hard and fast. He threw red wine bottles at the wall at 3 a.m. out of rage toward his illness. He also called my father, finally revealing his addiction. This was a relief—now I could at least talk openly to my father about it, too. And I could leave it up to him to decide what to share with our mother, who had a history of suicide attempts and bouts of psychosis. But beyond that, not much changed between my father and me, perhaps because we now had two family members with severe mental illness, which limited our time and energy to have emotional discussions. By the time the practical discussions were out of the way, we were both ready to collapse.
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