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Gwyneth When I was a kid, I had a problem learning words. I don’t know why. I have a high IQ, and I can figure out my way around things, but memorizing words was a bit difficult. The professionals my dad took me to thought I had some form of dyslexia, but it’s not like I couldn’t read or recognize words. It’s not that they all appeared the same. They just appeared alive. You know that feeling when you’re reading something and it nearly jumps off the page at you? For me, it was literal, and that’s exactly how it felt. As if the words were coming after me. Turns out, I didn’t have a problem with all the words. Just the negative ones. The words that make my skin itchy and my vision turn hazy. The words that I felt instead of only reading them. Anxiety made my skin crawl and my nose tingle. Cruel turned my cheeks hot and my body tight with the need to defend the one who was subjugated to it. Fear made my teeth clench and my heart shrink in anticipation for what was to come. Sad erased my s