By Anne Schroeder
I in no way think my sister’s story is mine. But our lives are entwined. I believe anything that has been hard for me has been a million times harder for her. But I haven’t lived her experience; I’ve only lived mine. The timeline is jumbled in my mind, but these are things I remember.
Looking back at our teen years, I can see my older sister’s illness. I didn’t know at the time. No one talked about stuff like this. There was no Oprah show.
My sister stops speaking to me. I don’t know it’s because she is in an abusive relationship and struggling with mental health issues. I wish I would have known.
After a number of years, my sister reaches out to me, but it is off and doesn’t go well.
She tries to reconnect but doesn’t really know how. I don’t understand what…
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