InInvisible IllnessbyLaura Townsend·May 18, 2021Here Comes the Bride — And My PTSDHow my cousin saved me from my fear of weddings — and from myself.A response icon3A response icon3
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InThe Personal EssayistbyLaura Townsend·May 3, 2021When I was 13, a teacher made me believe I was a failure.I was thirteen when Mrs. Cook* told me to stand on a chair and speak to the class. I worried that the navy blue, metal school chair might…A response icon3A response icon3
