I came, I saw, I winked. And then I moved on.

One month. That’s how long it took me to decide. It was a month when my insomnia came back full-force, when my anxiety moved from threat level yellow (where it stays most of the time) to red-orange or orange-red or whatever that crayon color is. It was a month when I had paid $35 andContinue reading “I came, I saw, I winked. And then I moved on.”