My feelings were overwhelming, a tsunami crashing through my body—betrayal, helplessness, like they’d lied to me. I had kept my head down and tolerated the discomfort for so long, trying to preserve everything for everybody else, and I just couldn’t do it anymore. I needed to put my feelings somewhere other than my own body, which was at capacity. I didn’t think about the lack of context, didn’t care how bad it looked.
