🧠 Psychology Is My Second Language Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about what intelligence actually means. Miranda told me the other day that she thinks I’m really smart — and honestly, I didn’t know how to take that at first. My brain immediately went, "But I can’t do half the stuff I used to in college," and it spiraled into that familiar self-doubt pit. I have a degree in electrical engineering, yeah, but after everything I’ve been through — the trauma, the suicide attempt, the depression — sometimes I feel like I lost parts of myself in the aftermath. Like those four minutes changed my brain. But then I remembered something important. When Miranda was taking her vet assistant classes, she used to bring her homework to work. And you know what? She asked me to help her. Psychology, biology — she trusted me with it. And I didn’t just stumble through it — I understood it. Psychology came naturally to me because I’ve been living it. Between therapy, ps...