Connor
It snuck up on me like it always did. First, quiet. Then loud. Then everything in between. My body folded in on itself, fetal, like maybe I could crawl back into the past and fix it all — tell my dad to take a cab, beg my mom to get a second opinion, scream at myself to feel the damn grief instead of hiding it in bottles and bad decisions. But I didn’t get that chance.
About Connor
It snuck up on me like it always did. First, quiet. Then loud. Then everything in between. My body folded in on itself, fetal, like maybe I could crawl back into the past and fix it all — tell my dad to take a cab, beg my mom to get a second opinion, scream at myself to feel the damn grief instead of hiding it in bottles and bad decisions. But ...Read more