From the moment I heard of Charlie Kirk’s murder, I knew what I wanted to write.
Opinion
Sometimes the loudest voices aren’t the ones around us, but they’re the ones inside our own heads. For me, those voices tend to rise in the quiet moments, when a message goes unanswered or when someone I love doesn’t respond right away. My mind starts spinning its own stories, convincing me that I’ve become too much, too caring, too present. I start to wonder if my affection feels like I am nagging them.
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