I had just graduated from college, and I was feeling extremely unstable and anxious about my future. At the same time, I had recently gone through a rough breakup — a relationship that I had pretty much single-handedly ruined. I was depressed about my future, I was heartbroken, and I wasn’t handling anything well. That was the worst summer of my life.

Sometimes I'd cry on my way home, under my sunglasses. I cried every night after I got home from work. I'd lay in bed for 18 hours straight on the weekends, trying to hide from reality. I couldn't get a grip on it. Nothing felt like it had meaning, and I even entertained the idea of suicide. Isn’t it extraordinary to look back at something that felt so profound at the time, only to see how trivial it feels now? I'm thankful for that experience. It really changed my life.