For years, I had the vague sense that I was stuck somewhere in adolescence. I couldn’t explain it clearly—there was no specific moment, no obvious trauma to point to. Just a quiet, persistent discomfort, as if something essential hadn’t quite formed. I knew something was off, but I didn’t know where to look. And then—one day—it clicked.
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