I used to think that I was different than everyone. It was as if there was a damaged part of me, something unhinged and distorted, that I couldn’t see in anyone else. I felt separate, like some sort of space existed between myself and the rest of the world. I was a person speckled with missing pieces, trapped in unhealthy thoughts and behaviors. I searched for people who saw the world with similar eyes, but I could never find them. Their smiles all seemed real. I yearned to be the way I saw everyone else; some idolized version of a person.