
I was nineteen the first time something felt wrong. Not wrong like medical emergency wrong—more like a weird glitch in the system, something I couldn’t put my finger on. I’d be alone in my room and suddenly blurt out a word, usually something crude, like my brain had fired a spark I didn’t authorize. It wasn’t loud back then. It felt like something I could hide from the world, something that would go away if I ignored it.
It didn’t.
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