I remember sitting on my couch that cold January afternoon – snow falling outside, Cher sleeping at my feet – and finally opening my laptop to find help. I didn’t know it yet, but I was about to meet the therapist who would change everything.

I was looking for something. Something to care for. Something to anchor me. Something that would help me keep choosing life.

And then I saw her.

Numbing. What a concept. We all do it. We all seek an escape from time to time.