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I've avoided the dentist for years because I'm embarrassed about how long it's been.

I check the lock on the front door, walk away, and come back to check it again.

I think I'm more tired from pretending to be fine than from anything I actually do.

I stand in front of the fridge with the door open, knowing exactly what's in it, waiting for something new to appear.

I hold my breath when I walk past someone smoking, even outdoors.

I'm convinced every small ache is something serious until I've googled it for an hour.