My Phone Recorded Everything While I Was Unconscious At Thanksgiving — I Wish It Hadn’t

There is a strange freedom in certainty, even when it’s painful.

What I Know Now

I know that unconsciousness doesn’t make you invisible—it makes others visible.

I know that love that only exists when you’re awake and accommodating isn’t love at all.

And I know that sometimes the universe hands you truth in the most unceremonious way possible: a mis‑tapped button, a forgotten app, a recording you were never meant to hear.

This Thanksgiving, and the Ones After

I don’t know what future holidays will look like yet. I’m still figuring that out.

What I do know is that I will never again confuse proximity with care, or tradition with obligation.

This Thanksgiving, my phone recorded everything while I was unconscious.

I wish it hadn’t.

But now that it has, I can’t pretend I didn’t hear it.

And maybe—painful as it is—that’s the beginning of something better.