Thanksgiving Never understood this holiday. Still don’t. People make it sound soft. Warm. Like the world stops hurting because someone puts a turkey on the table. We had one. A table. Just too small for all the other things in that trailer. There weren’t days off. Pain didn’t take breaks. Neither did they. Teachers used to make us write lists of things we were thankful for. Kids making jokes, rolling their eyes like they had real problems. And me, sitting there trying to pick a lie that...

Don’t get it? Yeah. Me either. The psych says I should write it down. Says it’s safer on paper than stuck in my head. Says my brain wired...

They handed me a form once. Ten questions. Check the boxes. Add up your score. It was supposed to explain everything. Why my body won’t...