I was lying in bed curled up in a ball, unable to do much more than glance around the room, trapped in my own head.
I wasn't physically ill. I wasn't coping with some great loss or catastrophe in my life. I admittedly didn't even have that much to be upset about. But that didn't change the fact that I was here - internally caving to the throes of life th…
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