I traveled Canada a lot in my youth & young adulthood. One night in the depths of Toronto, I met a girl who I sat with for many hours discussing our lives and pain. She had the opposite problem! Her face felt like it was pulled into her shoulder, and my shoulder felt like it was pulled into my face.

She was the first person I had met who I felt really understood my pain, and the doubtful responses that I received about it. Conversing with her gave me a sense of assurance that I wasn’t totally nuts, and it wasn’t exactly all in my head.

We were both wandering spirits of the night so after our hours, we said our goodbyes and we both found it super interesting to have met each other. I don’t even remember her name, but I still think about her and wonder how she managed with her condition. I hope she never gave up on healing and is feeling better these days