For several reasons, I have been thinking of my mother recently.
A striking beauty in her youth, my mother developed schizoaffective disorder in her early-to-mid 20s. This complex condition radically altered my mother’s life, but could not erase or fundamentally alter her identity. My mother’s most distinctive trait, her emotional and interpersonal sensitivity, shone through during even the darkest stages of her illness, which included recurring periods of major depression and brief episodes of psychotic breakdown.
This is an experimental post, which will be expanded over time.