Shafa Raissa

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I’d dedicated so much to my career, gave it so much of my identity, missed dinners with friends, and let relationships die because I had chosen to spend my late nights at work. I had done it all because I thought it would make me respectable. But here I was, still the same nutcase I had been when I was a teenager,
What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
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