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Then Someone Knocked My Bedroom Door. My Dad.
As the guidance developed, I noticed my body and mind falling further and further into ease. That sense of calm was so foreign to me in the past, unless I was medicated. Then someone knocked my bedroom door, which tore me away from this sonic sanctuary of solace and serenity. My dad. And in my fight-or-flight state, I roared from the bed pissed off.