Before I get going, I just want to give you a heads-up that this essay references childhood (and adult) trauma, so take care of yourself. There are some dubious clothing choices and bad-hair days, and there’s that time when I thought a guy wanted to kiss me, but it was only because my brother and his friends dared him. You’ll also hear mention of dying dogs, dying mothers, and deep confusion — an often-overlooked symptom of grief. So if those are triggers for you, feel free to leave the room, no questions asked. Also excessive late-night eating for no discernable reason — not to the point of bingeing, really, but still, the open jars of peanut butter and jam at midnight, the crumbs underfoot might trouble you. Be forewarned.