An idea crept into his young mind, nesting there like a nasty virus buried deep in an embryo's brain. What was it trying to make this boy believe? That he had a birth defect - broken transmitters!Between a fragmented childhood and the end of my time in institutions, I spent years scouring every corner of myself to answer that nagging question: what is wrong with me? Why is it so hard for me to find my footing - to unfurl? From this quest, I brought back only theories. No Eureka. No certainties. But how can you give your heart when you doubt your own machinery? How can you charm when words choke before they ever become feelings? Digital version: payhip.com/bodari