Because I was tired.
Because I was taking everything extremely personally.
Because I had, I think, underestimated how much energy it would take to repeatedly walk into rooms of people I don’t know and tell them about some of the worst moments of my life.
Because I walked into one such room and someone asked me what my book was about and, when I told them,…
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