I didn’t know why I was feeling so overwhelmed.
I didn’t know why I had a growing lump lodged in my throat.
I didn’t know why I was feeling so ill-at-ease with myself.
I didn’t know why I broke down in tears the moment I went into my gynecologist’s clinic for a much-delayed check-up.
I didn’t know why I didn’t want him to examine me, even though he’d examined me many times before.
I didn’t know why I felt a silent revolution burning inside me.