This collection of poems began as a journal about the author's experience with her sister's first episode of manic depression. As she visits her sister in the ward, she sometimes sees a piece of her sister, but many times she sees a stranger.
I could relate to these experiences a lot because she felt about seeing her sister the way I do about seeing my mother. My mom isn't crazt, but she has days where she's a zombie, days where she's curious and engaging (like her old self), and days where she's just someone else: she's lively but not herself as I know her.
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