
Her spirit was the wrong shape: she never quite managed to squeeze it into the puzzle of her world, where she never belonged–never fit. She looked fine, sure, even pretty in all that diffuse light at royal dances, under fiery…
No, that title is NOT a euphemism for my paranoid OCD! I really do have a friend who has been officially diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia since she was 28 and has agreed to do an interview! So Sunday night, right,…