Stephanie Foo

How often had I longed to leave all of this, to die, because I hadn’t understood how satisfying it could be?

This revelation proved that second chances did not always have to be fought for—they could be taken in handfuls for free like after-dinner mints.

I found myself in the awkward position of being an incompetent pseudo-therapist, trying to provide comfort for people and suggesting books and therapies, even though I was decidedly not okay, either.