So, 2017 was a mixed bag for me. Appropriately, I spent the last month of it hiding away in the shadows. My situation was dire. I mean, when I cried ordering a coffee from my barista at 5 am for the third day in a row, I acknowledged that there was considerable room for improvement in ‘dealing’ and that a ban was forthcoming if I didn’t stop making coffee super weird. Yeah, I have been a bit of an undisciplined dumpster fire of emotions lately. And the lit celebration this holiday season only seemed to amplify the palpable ache in my heart – one unyielding even to the strongest of wills – and it sunk me to familiar depths and rendered me defenseless to unrelenting despair.