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This was your life. You thought it was what you wanted, until one day it wasn’t.
And so it follows, the beginning of the end.
Last weekend I wondered if I might be slowly losing my mind.
I walked slowly, accompanied only by the broken disc in my spine and a fuzzy Vicodin hangover, to Cedars Sinai Hospital for back surgery.
I’m sitting outside on our patio, sipping tea and writing while overlooking the waves on the shoreline below, the early morning mist still rising off the water.
My family, together. My family, in love. My family, happy.
My roommate sleeps with a smile on her face. We are here, in the Galápagos Islands, for a weeklong retreat.