“I used to think that I was kind of like a doll. When I was a kid, I’d imagine myself taken apart like a puzzle and rearranged into a different thing altogether. If I just removed a bit of myself and mixed them that maybe I could fit together in a way that I never felt I could. Or just not rearranged at all. Just taken apart piece by piece and left in a metal drum. Either way, I wish I could just take parts of myself away and make this all more manageable, but I can’t.”