Once upon a time, we reserved our most vicious and insulting verbalized thoughts for bad-day grumblings at the dinner table in the privacy of our own homes. And the only audience to these hidden ideas were people vetted enough to join such an intimate setting.

The way we choose to talk about politics on social media is damaging our friendships and family relationships. I’m hoping to change it from my end.

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This is the story about how I was sure I would be dead. No, it isn’t the story of my first experience with an anxiety attack, and it has nothing to do with being the passenger in Johnny’s Silver Surfer.

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