Lucky Girl Syndrome

Between a roommate who left me behind and a city that felt too big to breathe in, I was looking for a way to disappear. I thought I found it in the neon blur of a bike ride and the chemical silence of an apartment. I thought I was the lucky one. But every spark has a cost, and every high has a comedown. This is the story of how I made the most beautiful mistake of my life-and how I had to walk through the winter to find the garden on the other side.