We need to find a better way to live with our ghosts. Ignoring them gets you nowhere. After I cleaned myself up, I realized the best way—the only way, really—to keep living is to acknowledge the past. I have to try, at least. It’s the only way to coexist now. So I look. I acknowledge their pain the only way I can: I let them know they are seen. That they are not forgotten. I don’t turn away anymore. I look at them head-on. In their eyes. Ghost won’t let us look away anymore. We have to learn to live with them. Our dead.
