My family is driving me crazy.
I love them.
And they're driving me crazy.
I'm grateful to have a warm home and buttery mashed potatoes and sisters I love.
But coming "home" for thanksgiving also means
being blocks away from the man who assaulted me
and my sister.
Family, if nothing else, is complex
I'm grateful for the reminder to be grateful
and I'm looking forward to getting back to a space
that feels like my own.