I posted. You commented. I cried with gratitude. You gave me Internet hugs. I don't feel so crazy and/or alone anymore.
Today I skipped out on work for a little while, despite the busy-ness, for some time with Lala, visiting from Toronto. We ate pizza and a "banh mi hot dog" in drizzle in front of the Flatiron Building and it was awesome. Her bright yellow scarf has lingered in my mind - a ray of sunshine, a beacon of brighter things to come.
On the train home now and saw some leaves turning across the river, on the Palisades... A week ago that would have made me weepy. Tonight I smiled at the colors.
It's gonna be okay. It's already okay.