I would say I have had hundreds of tiny rock bottoms, mostly imperceptible to others. They were the moments when I realized that my actions were not mirroring my values in any way. The night my best friend stormed out of a club and texted, ‘when did you become such a bitch?’ after I literally just stole the guy she’d been cozying up to. The look on a boyfriend’s face when he found out that I’d unceremoniously drunk the wine he’d been ceremoniously awarded with, for starring in a play. I was wrong, and I knew I was wrong, yet I couldn’t seem to stop behaving in ways that completely contradicted
...more
