My twin sister was beaten daily by her abusive husband. My sister and I exchanged ideas and made her husband repent of his actions.
My name is Nayeli Cárdeñas. My twin sister’s name is Lidia. We were born identical, but life insisted on treating us as if we had been made for opposite worlds.
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For ten years I lived locked up in the San Gabriel Psychiatric Hospital, on the outskirts of Toluca. Lidia spent those same ten years trying to hold onto a life that was breaking in her hands.
The doctors said that I had an impulse control disorder.
He used long words: unstable, unpredictable, volatile. I preferred a simpler truth: I always felt everything was too intense.
Joy burned in my chest. Rage filled my eyes.
Fear made my hands tremble as if another person lived inside me, a fiercer, faster person, less willing to tolerate the cruelty of the world.
It was that fury that brought me here.
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