Hi Friend, I’m still in bed. My head hurts. And no, I don’t love peanut butter, let’s get that out of the way early. I don’t want to be here, curled up in my sheets, hunched over my phone, writing this like some tortured Victorian novelist. I want to be in Paris. I want to…
I had it all. A good job. Decent money. Climbing the ladder, fast. Everyone thought I was doing well. But me? I felt like a bird in a golden cage. Smiling on the outside. Dying a little on the inside. Every day felt like a loop I didn’t sign up for. Wake up. Get dressed.…