I sat there with Lori for a long while as I tried to wrap my head around everything. Eventually, the tears had stopped, and we sat in silence.
It felt really weird to me that I was in a position to need therapy. Then again, it wasn't exactly like any of my life had been what most would consider happy and stable. I glanced over to Lori, "Maybe all of us should be in therapy."
Lori let out a short burst of laughter. "You're right about that. Life has been an uphill battle, hasn't it?"
I studied her. It felt awful, but I had never thought about Lori struggling with it all. She was always so bubbly, helpful, and positive. She seemed passionate and just a never-ending beam of purity and happiness.
However, we had gone through most things together growing up. Our father's brutality, our brothers' cruelty, and our brother Martin's horrible death. Never once had we been given the option to seek professional help.
