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The fear had a definite beginning. I knew there had been a time when I wasn’t afraid of the cables on the Brooklyn Bridge snapping. I knew there was a time when I wasn’t afraid to eat. I knew there was a time when I wasn’t afraid to go to sleep at night because I didn’t know if I would ever wake up again. I just couldn’t piece it together that those times had all been before I’d had a miscarriage, before my body had decided to reject the life growing inside of it.
