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I had this experience of waking up one morning, gasping, and clutching my chest, and feeling as though my emotions were literally being pulled out of my chest. That happened sometime when I was in middle school and, since then, I haven’t been able to feel emotions the same way ever since. It’s like knowing…
Perhaps I’m in denial, disbelief, or dissociating. Going to bed the night before and knowing how the results were trending – I expected to feel utter despair, fear, and panic. Yet, I remained unnaturally calm – hopeful, even, that maybe it won’t be as bad as everyone thinks. Or maybe that’s just all I have…