Dignity Isn’t a Countdown: When “Safety” Starts Feeling Like Control

bill until it screamed just to keep food on the table. I sat on hard bleachers in the rain. I waited up on the couch until the headlights pulled into the driveway. I listened to heartbreaks at 2:00 AM and kept everyone’s secrets.

My life was full. It was loud. It was chaotic. It was wonderful.

And now? Now, there is silence. The floorboards creak, but continue reading …