The worst feelings are the times when I can’t find the words to describe how I feel. There’s a certain vulnerability that comes with it, a desolation that washes over me in sweeping waves, leaving me gasping for air and grappling for words in a world that seems suddenly devoid of the very language I’ve come to depend on. I’m a writer, a lover of words. Words are my tools, my companions, and my solace. But there are times when they abandon me, just when I need them the most. I remember one such instance vividly. I was 14 years old, sitting on a rock where the water meets the…