This blog is dedicated to Ashley, who shouldered the burden of my illness her entire senior year in high school. I love you, Sweet Angel.
Standing in the hall by my classroom door as students changed classes, I watched worriedly as teenagers carried backpacks that forced them to lean forward, their backs stooped by the burden. I once voiced my concern to a petite girl and asked why she didn’t leave some of the books in her locker. She told me that she didn’t even remember her locker combination because she never used it. When I raised my eyes in astonishment, she explained that in middle school she learned that leaning down to her bottom locker and turning her back to the hoards in the hallway was more dangerous than just carrying everything with her.