Not All of My Interactions With Cops Have Been A Disaster

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At the advent of each year, terrible memories flood my consciousness, reminding me of when I reached the lowest point.

Exactly twenty-two years before I conceived the idea of this personal essay, I was dangling outside the open window of my third-story New York City apartment, holding onto a makeshift rope composed of bedsheets and blankets. My heart was pounding…