“They Took My Office Without Asking — And Chose the Worst Possible Room”

it on the windowsill, not knowing if I could keep it alive but willing to try. I hung a corkboard and pinned up an old sticky note I’d written years ago during a moment of desperate hope: “You are allowed to take up space.”

The first night, I slept through until morning without waking to some household crisis. The silence felt like luxury.

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