It just happened one day. I was sitting in my dark room, on my bed, getting angry at fluent people. And I just snapped. I told myself this was a *horrible* way to live. I told myself to get out of bed, and do stuff. If King George VI could rule a land with a stutter, how come I can’t leave my room? It was this acceptance that made me be more social. And I’m gonna tell you right now: the outside world is fun. It took me a couple years, but once I accepted it and essentially said fuck it, pardon my French, I was free, not necessarily from my stutter but from the *constraints*.