I Realized Only 20 People Would Come to My Funeral
Does that bother me?
As a child, I suffered night terrors.
More often than not, I’d wake with screams and tears, confused about where I happened to be in the moment. Alone, my brain scrambled for some semblance of control and finding no solace, even as the echoes of the cries went ignored by my self-serving parents who’d grown accustomed…