"The thing I came for: the wreck and not the story of the wreck, the thing itself and not the myth."
—from "Diving into the Wreck," by Adrienne Rich

I decided to make this documentary because I needed my parents to tell me about my past and I needed to prove to myself that I wasn’t crazy, that my sister's illness and death had really happened. Before this project, I hadn't watched the home videos that my dad had shot before Aimee died. I hadn't looked at Aimee's medical records or diaries. I'd barely spoken with my parents about any of it. The memories were sealed off.

Over the past four years, I've gone back to Indiana several times for more family therapy and more filming, and things really have gotten clearer with time. I don't think that could have happened without the camera. I used the camera as an icebreaker. It allowed me to ask my parents questions I would never have asked otherwise, and I know the same is true for them. I also used the camera as a witness; I found it comforting that someone else would eventually see the footage, almost as if I had an ally in the room, or a sister.