thought catalog
My mom would go in Amy’s room while she slept, watching her inhales and exhales, making sure she was still breathing, every night.
On Halloween night 1991, my 17-year-old sister Misty was shot and killed by a neighbor at a Halloween party in an apartment house in Clarksville, TN.
And I don’t think “thank you” even begins to describe the gratitude I feel for xoJane’s overwhelming power, impact and strength of women (and men) supporting one another.