"I wasn’t looking for insight so much as correction. I assumed something in me needed to be trained out of existence.” It was 1 a.m. on a Sunday. My phone lit up my dark room as I sat on the edge of my bed googling, “Am I a narcissist?” I added “signs,” and then “symptoms,” as if I were trying to diagnose myself with something contagious. I’d spent the hour prior to my search spiraling about the 23 unread WhatsApp messages at the top of my screen. Some were days old. Some were months old. One

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