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Therapy rescued me in my twenties by taking me inward, leaching off pockets of poison in my head left over from the past. But the spiritual lens--even just the nightly gratitude list and going over each day's actions--is starting to rewrite the story of my life in the present, and I begin to feel l…

I type it with a jeweler's lapidary care

The boundaries of my skin grow thin as I kneel there squinting my eyes shut. For a nanosecond, I am lucent.

But every aspect of my existence has canted me in a dark space.