The puzzle.

I admit I censor myself. No, not like that. I'm not talking about political discourse, sexual preferences, radicalized behavior. I'm talking about the defense mechanism, suppression. I used to cry every day. And every day was hell, and this was so for decades. Don't get me wrong. Hell doesn't go away. It still is here and I live it every day. No, you wouldn't get it. If you think that's edgy, then…