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How Carnival Held Me In Grief At My the Lowest Point Of My Life.

She jolted out of her sleep, almost falling off the couch. It had been two weeks since she’d slept in her own bed. Peaceful rest was foreign to her now. She was afraid of what would be waiting every time she woke up. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off sleep. Each day she said she’d leave tomorrow, but every tomorrow found her still at her mother's place. The thought of her mother alone in that apartment was unsettling. Her mother would never ask for help—too afraid of being a burden,...