The days folded into each other and sometimes I would come to, mid-conversation with myself, and not realize what I was talking about. Sometimes we would be instructed to close our eyes for a period of time and reopen them. Once, I opened my eyes and found a giant mirror in the place of my partner. I hadn’t seen my actual reflection in days. My face looked gaunt but somehow healthy. I was startled at first but then relieved. It was just me. It felt so odd to look at myself again, after hearing so many things spill from my insides. So this was the person suffering so much…her.

I realized that most of the stories and most of the screaming anguish came from a much younger version of myself. No older than 15 I’d say. I had no idea I was letting her dictate so much of my li...

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