Thanksgiving. A day for family. A day for food and conversation. A day for giving thanks. How did I spend my day? Alone. Eating alone. Eating nothing but dill pickles and Cheez-It crackers. Alone. Alone with my thoughts. Alone with a box cutter. Curled up on the sofa, clutching the blade; running it over my arms again and again. No one in my family thought to invite me to a meal. No one thought to even check to see if I was alive. Alone.
If they don’t care why should I?