As I hurry along the spa’s corridors, I try to hold my breath: “Don’t cough again, don’t cough again!” I goad myself. My chest rises and I let out a wheeze, swiftly followed by a cough. I’m doubling ...
How regression taught me to live a grown-up life. By Dani Blum “You’re going to molt like a baby snake,” one of the doctors said. He was right: I shed fragments of myself all over my studio apartment.
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