I’m sitting on the cold tile of the bathroom floor at 2 AM because it’s the only room in this house with a lock that actually works and I feel like I’m losing my mind. This is so stupid. I’m nearly thirty years old and I’m hiding in here like a terrified kid. It’s not even a big deal, it’s just this stupid Ethics elective I’m taking online to finally finish my degree, but I can’t stop staring at the pages of this book. It’s Mill. John Stuart Mill. And he’s talking about the subjection of women and I feel like someone just reached into my chest and turned a key I didn’t even know was there.