Guest EssayOct. 11, 2022, 5:00 a.m. ETCredit…Tommy Kha for The New York TimesSend any friend a storyAs a subscriber, you have 10 gift articles to give each month. Anyone can read what you share.By Stephanie Eisler VanceMs. Eisler Vance is a writer, poet and mental health advocate.I was speaking in tongues. I was lying on my side on a plastic-covered couch, my neck craned over its arm, my mother beside me consulting with a doctor, and I was speaking in tongues. Some spirit was moving through me, causing me to regurgitate all that I had seen in the years leading to this moment. This spirit was not the Lord or any other celestial being. I knew exactly what I was referring to with each word and could envision the source material as my lips pinballed through my memory. It was, to my surprise and dismay, months and months of quotes and quips I had read since the inception of the Facebook News Feed, now bubbling up from my subconscious in an inscrutable cacophony of youthspeak.This wasn’t my first trip to a hospital, but the verbal brain dump was new. I had resisted care too long this time, and my ability…
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