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“You don’t seem like the type to be in a sorority.” Ten words. Ten seemingly harmless words, which are always meant light-heartedly and yet for some reason, it always makes me feel just a little bit hurt.

People like having names with a single, positive adjective that defines it. My name is a little bit harder to define.

All the days I once classified as “shaky days” were actually the beginnings of a neurological disorder — getting worse and worse until I needed prescription pills and an overhaul of my lifestyle to handle it.

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