For a long time, I believed the truth would eventually set everything right.

That if I could just explain myself clearly enough, someone would understand.

If I could find the right words, provide enough context, or patiently answer one more question, maybe the misunderstandings would finally end.

Maybe the truth would speak for itself.

Maybe the things I knew about my own experiences would finally be acknowledged.

And maybe, once that happened, I could find peace.

What I didn't realize was how much of my life I…