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The mind, he said, the tip of his pen drumming against his temple, likes to be in control. Whenever it can't control external things, this time he places his pen down and gestures with a wave of his right hand, it tries to control from the inside.   I was 19 in a counselor's office, and for the…

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I am not okay. Yet again, I am not okay. I am angry and devastated, made both victim and perpetrator of a culture of hate and violence, of a system where judgment is made through the eyes of an undiscerning mob, a group that has made conclusions with their emotions as guide. I am furious,…