Depression, illness, pain, and loss can become private homes of isolation. It's tempting to convince ourselves these homes of suffering are proof we suffer alone. Humanity falls through the cracks each time we are failed by a medical system, ignored by policy, and abandoned by those supposed to protect, to love us. May the reader find some commonality within these pages. It can be difficult to find home, know you're not alone. May the reader experience ataraxia.
