"So, is it helping?" I shrug before answering. "I’m not sure. The pills help, but they also make me lose myself. I forget things, and things I know I usually care about suddenly don’t matter. They make me feel like I’m losing parts of me, and I don’t know, maybe that’s good. Maybe I need to lose parts of me, especially the ones that are damaged, but sometimes it feels like those parts are still there, and then I’m back at square one." Clutching my hand, she interlaces our fingers and says, "Don’t leave me out of this. I know I don’t live here, but I’m the press of a button away. I love you,
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