I crave solitude.
Which is quite the about-face for a confirmed card-carrying Extrovert. In the final quarter of 2017, my world spiralled out of control, careening from side to side like a car spinning on ice, bouncing from one concrete life barrier to the next. I had to stop and get off the rollercoaster to reclaim my sanity. I just didn’t realize that in order to do so, I had to shed not just longtime friendships and old habits, but embedded expectations and deeply ingrained beliefs. Sure, I was trudging bravely ahead, one foot in front of the other, but I wasn’t getting anywhere except falling deeper into depression, denial and demons. And the back talk from my very own mind was the height of insolence.
“Go inward,” counselled my mentor Carrie*. Her words rattled around in my head like the angry circus lion pacing in his austere cage. While…
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