“I’m so fucking scared of my own mind.” “I know you are.” He continued to gently pat my shoulder. “And I’m going to get you help.” “I just want to be okay again.” “You will be.” His voice was thick with emotion. “Staying at the hospital helped you the last time, and it’ll help you again.” “I’ll do it.” Sniffling, I looked up at the man who raised me. “I’ll do it your way. Whatever it takes, Dad.” “Good girl.”
