When I exited the hotel room that morning, T could see that I was in distress. I tried to not say anything and make a beeline to checkout, but he asked, "Are you okay?" And I couldn't bring myself to say yes. He gave me a hug and I teared up. All the worms I didn't want to face came rushing up to the surface and I choked on my breath. "I just want to stop hating myself." I sobbed. Continue reading →