I remember it clearly, the moment I realized that my mind had unraveled. That I had been unmoored from my foundation. That my sense of what was real and true had been shaken. It began on the morning of November 7th, 2020, the Saturday after the presidential election. It was 11:30. I was in my apartment, high above 42nd street, talking with a friend about what we hoped would be a brighter future. Suddenly, car horns began blaring; we heard fervent…
