I have a pretty vivid memory of being a little five year old and crying to my grandma that I wanted to die. I don’t remember what set me off but I remember her looking at me concerned but like she didn’t know what to do. I guess it must seem confusing when you have to care for a child and don’t understand why they feel so awful. The truth is I don’t know why I feel like trash either grandma, sorry. I can point to things wrong with my life- but there’s a lot of people who went through worse and are pretty happy. […]
