It was four years ago on a Tuesday in May when I started to nod in and out of consciousness during an assigned semiweekly group therapy. My doctor noticed and took me out of the room. She crouched to my level and looked me dead in the eyes and realized what happened. My father was brought into the hallway, and she whispered incomprehensible words into his ear. I stared at myself in his glasses, and I could barely see my...