I remember 22.
It was the year I first fell apart.
Fell apart hard enough to outweigh my fear of being a disappointment after 21 years masquerading as the perfect daughter.
I wish I had done it sooner.
It was time. It was time to let the world down and show the truth about who I was.
THEY GOT OVER IT.
I wish you peace from that horrible pressure, and a long, beautiful life.