Note from Future Self
I’m probably not the right person to explain this, but one bad decision can ruin an entire childhood. You’ll get lost in those shadows, crave sunshine and the eternal tightness of knots. You’ll find little pink pills and therapy bills in the couch. There at the end the sodium level in your tears alone could set your blood pressure up by 11 points. You won’t find closure, but you’ll find what you need in your pantry six years down the hall—a cuckoo clock and a crock of honey. The clock is busted, but the guts are still there—and honey never spoils.