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July 17, 2004
For years, she's been telling people she thinks she can trust that she thinks there's something wrong with her. "I think there's something wrong with me," she's been saying. "Like, in my head."

These people she thinks she can trust just brush her off and tell her she needs to get more sleep. "It's just a phase," they say. "There's nothing wrong with you."

So why now, 30 years after her first declaration -- and finally well-rested -- is she hiding under her desk, knees pulled up to her chest, hands pressed against her ears, still trying to make it go away?