Christmas is the worst. There’s no other time of year when I’m as sad or as lonely. Not only has Christmas lost its sparkle, over time, I’ve come to feel so worthless that it’s unbearable to be with people. I purposely travel to places filled with people I don’t know because I’m more comfortable there, where I can pretend I’m invisible.

You have a story you tell yourself. It’s the story of who think you are. How you think others perceive you. What if all the elements you rely on to support your story were dismantled one by one? Who would you be then?

Have you ever fantasized about tearing down your entire life and starting over? I have. And then I actually did it.