Bipolar – Do Not Leave

While I sobbed last afternoon on my front porch my puppy sat off to the side confused.

My mom listened for a minute. I was short and concise. I was hysterical. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t breathe.

She told me to call her later.

Then she drove away.

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