Chapter 150

Veronica:

More than a month had passed since I had given birth to the twins and other than the constant weariness that I was experiencing by taking care of them and making sure they were stuck to my hip, I was inept of feeling anything else.

Ezra and Roy were right, I needed helping hands, and just because I didn't get the love that I deserved from my parents didn't mean I should remain bolted to the twins 24/7.

"Piscin, you're not your mom. You need to fucking stop wailing over every little thing twins go through. That's the essence of life" Ezra's words rang through my ears when Ras was diagnosed with pneumonia.

This negative and distorted self-image and according to Doctor Jasmine, dysthymia were the grounds for my suffering and if I didn't give myself the "me time", I could develop severe dysthymia.

I think what I was experiencing was compassion fatigue.

I was pulled out of my reverie when Ras and Dau cried at the top of their lungs as both of them were yanking whatever little ha