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The first day of my last semester of college. I had just sat down in my third class of the day, Criminology. My professor was giving an introduction to the…

Six years ago, I was a resident in an all-girls intensive residential program through the Department of Mental Health. It was a locked program with hefty security measures. Intricate rules…

I ran out of the house in my robe and slippers. The air was heavy. Looking at the house at that moment, it felt unfamiliar; darker, colder. It didn’t feel…