For over a year, I lived as a ghost on my own trail, walking around like a gaping wound that refused to close. I was an exposed nerve, raw and reactive, lashing out at the world because I didn't have the tools to process the storm inside. To the outside observer, I was "difficult," I was "losing it"—I was drinking in excess, relying on sleeping pills to find a forced peace, and carrying the physical weight of my metabolic collapse. I pushed away the very people who had been m