I was lonely.

Eleven months ago I was curious.

Ten months ago I was stupid.

Nine months ago I was satisfied.

Eight months ago I was happy.

Seven months ago I was devastated.

Six months ago I was sad.

Five months ago I was curious

Four months ago I was honest.

Three months ago I was brave.

Two months ago I was myself.

One month ago I was healed....

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No one knew what to make of the carefully arranged colors applied to the wall in the Institution’s common area. A crowd of students had gathered around it, but no one had yet summoned the courage to get close. I walked carefully past the silent witnesses. Each person was dressed as I was- in our institute-issued gray. Without prompting, they moved aside to allow me a better look. As I did, every ...

There was no longer a conscious decision made when she finished a meal. Like every habit, this one was formed over days and weeks and now, it had been a year since she had first intentionally gagged herself and purged herself of the contents of an evening meal. Back then, it was a protest— asking for someone to notice her unhappiness. When no one did, she continued for the sense of control she exp...