I always felt I had a secret.

There was something about me that wasn’t quite “right”. Different.

From a young age, I learned this secret needed to be worked around, managed, shielded from others.

Well into adulthood, I finally relaxed into who I am. But it was always there. A quiet truth, patiently waiting beneath the surface of my life.

What was it about me that didn’t quite make sense with how the world works?