The words were like bitter candies that I had been sucking on, hoping to come to a sweet center. I had walked the hallways of the hospital holding them in the silky pocket of my cheek for weeks. Finally, afraid I would choke, I spit them out into the middle of the dinner table. “I think I’m depressed.” I stared down at the tablecloth, moisture collecting on the base of my water ...


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