I’ve never been a person who suffered silently. My suffering has always been loud. When I was younger, I was so anxious I’d cry at the drop of a hat. I’d run off stages, cry at parties, and break down in bathrooms at any imminent social threat. Now, as an adult, I still do those things, ha. The only difference is I’ve learned to reflect and share my fee…
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