Last year, for many different reasons, was a year where I came to a head with my writing career. I was suddenly thrust into facing myself in ways I hadn’t yet, and there were many things that I hadn’t been anticipating, such as an editor, who after working with me for a year and a half, on the most personal and provocative book I had written yet, showed me through countless actions (or inactions) that she didn’t care about me as a person, especially as someone who was feeling immensely tender, broken and in a grief process after exposing so much of myself to the world.
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