I was 23 and heading back home to see my Mom. The rock of my life who had made my lunches, and guided me to Harvard was in trouble. She didn’t recognize me and heard other voices. Her late onset Schizophrenia was tearing our family apart. Though I was feeling untethered, I knew that I could find a path through by centering my two younger sisters, so the memory of her love and all she had poured into us was my Uncornering.
