Eighteen Months After The Worst Year Of My Life

I lost the job in March and the marriage by August. I am not going to pretend either was entirely somebody else's fault.

What helped: a schedule, a gym key, two people who checked on me without asking me to perform being okay.

What did not help: reading about rock bottom at 2 a.m., and believing that intensity was the same thing as progress.

Eighteen months later the story is not triumphant. It is steady. Steady turned out to be what I actually wanted.