Not Picture Perfect
Love is relative, but isn’t fair certainly not in this case. How can anyone love this, it isn’t caring, it isn’t kind. This love isn’t patient or compassionate. This is a cold, erratic mess someone decided we deserved. My sister is not all mine. She has been taken over; her own mind has turned against her.
Brianna used to scream, her pain felt real but it was just her mind playing tricks. Schizophrenia will do that to you. I wish my mind was playing tricks, I wish this wasn’t real. Even now writing this I see her face torn, her ey...