the Lamictal overdose suicide attempt in 2016 was the last throes of that nasty piece of flesh going off of me and out of me after taxing me all of my life.
at the time I experienced it as the horrific thrall of the decade and a half of lower GI issues and associated paranoia and also the crazy book I self-published and the pending bankruptcy. These were all serious issues. But at the heart of it was the social and physical issue of the pain and stress of that nasty thing on my face, just today I realized that I literally never stuck my neck out and my stiff upper lip was literal. I never expressed emotion. Got a nasty mustache that made my sex somewhat doubtful. And my throat was stiff also.
at this late age I am coming into my womanhood.
nccotus 
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