Every morning at 4:44 AM, my mother made me lie in a drowning box while she poured water over my face for exactly 3 minutes. She called it ‘preparation’ for our family’s hereditary curse. Then on her 25th birthday, she started clawing at her arms screaming that needles were growing under her skin.
The paramedics arrived quickly. My mother was restrained, bleeding, incoherent. She fought them with a strength I’d never seen, screaming…