![]() That was how my mother - my real mother - raised me. A year and a half later I would be living alone on the street on the other side of the country, wondering whether I could even survive on my own.īut I did. My family, my home, my friends, my future. For years I’ve lived with the sadness of knowing that she, too, was a helpless victim – a victim of a terrible disease that consumed and destroyed the strong and caring woman I had once called Mom. I experienced first-hand the terror of watching someone I loved transform into a monster, the terror of discovering that I was to be her primary victim. ![]() I had what every teenager wants: a stable family, a nice home in the suburbs, a great group of friends, big plans for my future, and no reason to believe that any of that would ever change. I was sixteen years old, a junior in high school and an honors student. WINNER OF A GOLD MEDAL IN THE 2015 ELIT BOOK AWARDS! ![]() AUTOGRAPHED PAPERBACK COPY of ON HEARING OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH SIX YEARS AFTER IT HAPPENED: A DAUGHTER'S MEMOIR OF MENTAL ILLNESS by author LORI SCHAFE AUTOGRAPHED PAPERBACK COPY of ON HEARING OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH SIX YEARS AFTER IT HAPPENED: A DAUGHTER'S MEMOIR OF MENTAL ILLNESS by author LORI SCHAFER. ![]()
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