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—
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