Lisa Mizan
I Hate You Don't Leave Me I cannot outrun my insanity. When I walk down the hallways of our century home, down to the basement where we store all our forgotten possessions, I can feel it creeping up behind me. I am a slow individual, always have been, and the grasp of my illness walks faster than I can run. It finds me wherever I go. It finds me and then it gets a hold of me. I know it has when I can feel the world numb all around me. The colours, all those magnificent shades, begin to falter. —— It was the summer of 1997 when my family and I moved to the Dalloway estate five kilometers outside of Winnipeg. My mother, my insane mother, needed solitude and to be away from the noise and uneasiness of city life. She sold our humble cottage in the St. Boniface neighbourhood, put my sister and I in a school north of the city that would be closer to our antilang. no. 9
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