On July 5, 1996, my daughter Struck WAS mad. She Was Fifteen and Her marked-up crack-a turning point in Both Our Lives. "I feel like I'm Traveling and Traveling With nowhere to go back to," She Said in a burst of lucidity while hurtling away Toward Some place I Could not dream of gold imagine. I wanted to grab and Her Bring Her Back, goal There Was No Turning Back. Suddenly Every point of connection between us HAD vanished. It didn't SEEM possible. She HAD to speak Learned from me, she HAD Heard Her first stories from me. Indelible experiences, I Thought. And yet from one day to the next We Had Become Strangers.
My first impulse WAS to blame myself. Predictably, I Tried to tally up The Mistakes I Had Made, What I Had failed to Provide Her, Were not Enough to THEY HAD What Happened to explain. Nothing WAS. Briefly, I hope my Placed in The Doctors, Then Realized That, Beyond the facts Relatively narrow Clinical Symptoms of Her, They Knew Little More About Her Than if I did. The Underlying Mechanisms of psychosis, i would discover, are shrouded in mystery as As They Have Ever Been. And while this left little immediate hope for a cure, it Pointed to Broader secrets.
It's Something of a sacrilege to speak of insanity Nowadays as Anything but the chemical brain disease That is one level it is. Purpose There Were With My daughter moments When I Had the distressed Sense of Being In The Presence Of A rare force of nature, Such as a great blizzard or flood: destructive, in order Its Way too Astounding.
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The Above Is an excerpt from Hurry Down Sunshine The Book
by Michael Greenberg
Published by Other Press, September 2008; $ 22.00US; 978-1-59051-191-6
Copyright © 2008 Michael Greenberg
