One Year Ago Today

In which I take inventory of personal progress after a no good very bad day.

Photo by Adi Goldstein on Unsplash

Happy birthday, little book!

One year ago today, my memoir Ladyparts was published.

One year ago today, instead of reveling in the joy and triumph of this moment with family and friends, I was alone in a cabin on a lake, crying. I thought my life and career were over. I thought I’d never find love again. I thought I was too broken by all the things happening all at once to go on. A year later, the reasons for these thoughts and tears no longer trigger an anxiety attack to recap, but back then, the 1-2-3 punch of several knock-out blows all at once—