Epictetus once said that all philosophy begins with self-knowledge. When I entered 1161 Covington Road, the air grew heavy with darkness. It clung to everything. Before long, the police would become familiar visitors to that address.

It wasn’t just the atmosphere; it was in the air, in the silence that followed.

Then came Dotti’s words—cold, cutting, and final:

“You two aren’t wanted here. Who would want children who killed their mother? Just stay out of my way.”

Our father said nothing. He stood silent, just as he would far too often in the years to come.

Two small children, still reeling from the loss of their mother just […]

Unpredictable actions, intense emotional shifts, and suicide threats.

I am opening up about my experience growing up with a step-parent who had bipolar disorder.

At 12, I moved into the house at 1161 Covington Road in Los Altos, California, and began life in what appeared to be a typical middle-class family.

However, those close to us—friends, neighbors, and relatives—were well aware of the underlying turmoil. I never knew which version of my stepmother I’d face each morning. Would she be the nurturing stepmom I had expected, as promised by my father?

Or the aloof stepmom who insisted I start looking after myself and care for my three younger brothers and even demanded that I pay for any food I took from the kitchen?

Some […]