On the way home from school, Erica would prepare herself for the worst.
For most of her childhood, Erica watched as her mom struggled with bipolar disorder. Somedays, she was fun, fiery, and the life of the party. Other days, she couldn't get out of bed.
While on a trip to California, Erica got the news. Part of her was devastated. Part of her was relieved. Guilt came creeping in.
Years passed, and a highly demanding corporate job compounded with the loss of other loved ones, leading Erica to find solace in alcohol. After many years of drinking, a friend pointed out: "you're trying to kill yourself; you're just doing it in a socially acceptable way"
Waking up in the hospital made her realize she wasn't ready to go. And ever since then, she's been busy getting back on her feet.