HOW CLAY HELPED ME HEAL

Content warning: this letter touches on grief, anxiety, and panic attacks. If that's not where you are right now — save it for another time.

After a significant loss, I found myself in a dark place. A place with a fear I hadn’t known before. A fear of losing again. I was well into my 30s when it happened. Until then, I had been spared the big dramas of life — or so I thought (I learned more about that in therapy later). I had absolutely no tools to deal with what came next. And so some force stepped in and took over the directing. I call it the Drama Department...