I would chose to redo the five years after the brain injury I had when I was a teen. I was cruelest to the people who loved me most, and I showed no gratitude for them sticking by me as I healed. Claire and my family were my targets, and I said the cruelest things.

“You’re not as intellectual as the rest of us,” I said to my youngest sibling. This made them feel small and unimportant. This was at a critical period in their lives – they were in middle school. So, on top of all the normal pressures of puberty, they delt with a cruel older sibling too.

I said this. I am responsible for the words that came out of my mouth. I wish I could redo these years of my life.