I know to ask for help, drink water, double down on therapy and sleep. I know to get outside and be on the lookout for beauty, especially in nature, and to read poetry and cookbooks for comfort. I know that making soup keeps your hands busy and passes the time when you’re waiting for biopsy results. I know that a lot of things come around eventually, that relationships get repaired, that the hot sizzle of pain fades to an ache over time, that fresh air helps everything and sugar makes everything worse, at least for me. I know I’m not the only one who has been through hard things—far from it.
