CHAPTER THREE
There were weeks when I spoke to no one, except for my therapist.
It made me feel like one of those bratty housewives whose only friends were their employees. Of course, I knew I was being harsh. It made sense that I should take care of myself, and conserve my energy to talk to a professional. But I did forget in those weeks, how much my friends loved me and how much I loved them. There’s a special kind of intimacy in friendships, and it somehow gets overshadowed when life heads downhill.