5. Chocolate Eclairs, Mutual Madness and A Walk in The Cold Sunshine

Musings on an emotional and messy week and another essay exploring making friends as an adult - this time in the most unlikely of places: the psych ward

I rode waves of grief this past week – flailing like a terrible swimmer between sadness, anger, overwhelm, and exhaustion. I tried to make sense of what I was feeling – to explain the crippling self-doubt and self-hatred that was pulsing through me.

I did what I always do in darker moments. I took to the page. I tried writing six different chapters and t…