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‘MY MIND AND BODY HAD BEEN SHATTERED’

It was as if I had a fire in my core, and it would spread to my limbs, causing them to twitch and kick. If I tried consciously to lie still in order to sleep, my legs would constantly move, keeping me from getting any rest whatsoever. And if I tried with all my might to hold my legs in one place, it was like electricity built up inside my muscles, threatening explosion if I didn’t release it. Eventually, no matter how hard I tried, I would flex or kick and eventually thrash about.

When the darkness swirled in, my mind went to scary places. I began to genuinely mourn what had happened to me, and also to believe that it meant the end

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