“But if there’s one place I refuse to end up, it’s back in a mental hospital with my shoelaces confiscated and foam trays for my food. My stomach fills with dread just thinking of it, and I shudder. Fake it ‘till you make it, right? So I fake it, I pretend. I pretend I don’t have a heart. I pretend I can’t feel. I pretend I’m not triggered.”