I realized a very long time ago that I was somehow different. I knew that it was “bad” different, but I was a child, so I didn’t really understand. I just knew something was very off. I suppose I was bright, because they say “ignorance is bliss,” and bliss is certainly not what I felt. Even though I worked hard at being a “happy little girl,” the opposite in fact was true. But that was a secret. As I got older, some time in Junior High, I decided I could camouflage whatever was wrong with me by being crazy; funny over the top different was ok in my mind. I just didn’t want anyone to know that really, at the core of me, I was flawed. And so it went. I had an unnamed  enemy – and it took me over a half a century to realize that it was an imaginary one – it was actually me……


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