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I realized I had lost my wallet fifteen minutes before my cab was leaving for a two week trip to LA. The only reason I was able to do much of anything there was that I had a separate drivers license from another time I thought I had lost my wallet. The wallet showed up months later in the pants pocket of a pair of shorts I was wearing when I packed.

I felt like a complete idiot, ashamed and embarrassed by this. My family wasn't going on the trip so at least there was that. Then I realized that - well - there were so many small things like this growing up. And the emotional overwhelm around that, really made me avoid people for a long time. Not so great.

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