The Moment I Tore Myself in Two

I am so sorry, K. The right person will know who they are.

There was a moment—several years before my actual breakdown—when something in me began to crack.
Not all at once, but gradually. Quietly. In the background.

It happened over time, on and off. A slow unraveling.
And in the middle of it was someone I cared for deeply, a person I will identify only as a letter in the alphabet, even if it is not a part of her …