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As I write this article, it’s noon on Monday 27th of December. It’s the eve of my 31st birthday, and I’m exhausted, but my brain won’t stop running miles. I feel grateful this year because I have this outlet. When my brain gets too busy, I can write, process and make sense of the chaos. Before I started writing, it was…