About The Book

“On the outside, I remained poised and collected.  Within, I searched for answers behind Mark’s confession.  I blamed myself. I had a long history of anxiety and panic attacks. It seemed I could never please my mother.  I had an uneasy feeling that I was not safe around her. She was always sending me away to relatives and other families, to camp, or to boarding school.  Dad took me to see a psychiatrist when I was seventeen.  The doctor prescribed a drug that made me groggy, so I dumped the little orange pills down the toilet and watched as they spread like oil on water.” —- My Side of the Bed