It almost seems impossible, really, that most of the time I forget about this thing that has sat heavy in my chest for 17 years. There’s no other aspect of my life that is simultaneously so crucial to my internal narrative, and yet so distanced from it. Most days, it feels like my ED belongs to someone else—or millions of someone else's—more than it does to me.
By Anonymous March 21, 2021
It’s 4:15 in the afternoon, and you’re waking up in a tractor-trailer in Oklahoma. Sun and sweat and cicada chirps—there’s nothing but horizon for miles. You’ve got what you desperately... Read more
By Timmy Sutton and Jake Sanford January 27, 2020