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It takes exactly nine seconds to walk into my shrink’s waiting room and find a seat. I know it’s nine seconds because I hold my breath and count. I hold my breath and count because I’m anxious. Quietly, internally — forever more. I blame the bad day.  (Deleted)

I am working on accepting the changes, on embracing moments of optimism. And things are getting better. Not as perfect as a bowl of ice cream with chocolate-covered almonds or ribbons of marshmallow, but adequate, like an Oreo without milk. At least until the fight with my mom a few weeks ago. A knockdown, way down, with tears, and screaming, and pent-up rage, promptly followed by the crowning touch. A monster panic attack in my uncle’s apartment in Paris, where first I hyperventilated, and then passed out on the gently mopped, bespoke parquet floor.

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