Silver Linings Playbook
I wrote the below for my Letterboxd but felt it was probably better meant for this blog. Seen by less people and might mean something for you if this is known to you, too: Watching this just brought up a whole lot of memories I wasn’t anticipating. I was Veronica in my household, and I get how she felt. I LOVED my sister and brother but they were exactly like Tiffany…you understood what they were going through and didn’t, tried to be as supportive and loving as you could and often were the brunt of a lot of bickering and frustration; if not you, your parents or other siblings. There would be a time of peace, and they could be so much fun, so cool. Then other times explosive noise directed right at you (or at your mom). I would talk to them and then to mom, conversations that would often leave me exhausted, but it wasn’t that I couldn’t feel for them or just want them to be okay, to have relief from the mess going on in their brain. And if you have a family chock full of mental ill...