I pretended for so long that I didn’t have any emotions. I remember legitimately wishing that I could be like Spock. I didn’t want all of these feelings in my head and in my heart. Now that I’m older, I’m grateful for them. I’m grateful that I could cry at the drop of a hat. I’m glad I feel so strongly now because for so many years, I tried to drown it out. With pills, with alcohol, with reckless self-destruction. But now I’ve come to peace. I know that I feel so strongly and that’s so valuable to me now. My empathy is a gift, not a curse.
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