The Ruler From 1990: How My Tough Love Drowned My Son

have ‘mental health days.’ We just did what had to be done.”

Caleb looked up at me. His eyes were red-rimmed. They looked incredibly heavy, like he was holding up the roof of the house with his gaze.

“I’m trying, Dad,” he said. “I promise you, I’m trying. But I’m just… so tired. My brain never stops screaming.”

I laughed. A cold, short laugh.

“Tired? From continue reading …