Issue #204: How a Simple Affirmation Got Me Out of an Emotional Spiral

I haven't cried this hard in months...

📚 Everyone is Lying to You by

Jo Piazza

: Lizzie, a journalist, hasn’t seen her college best friend Bex since their inexplicable falling out years prior, except online where Bex, who now goes by Rebecca, runs a Ballerina Farm-esque Instagram account, followed by millions. When Bex reaches out to Lizzie out of the blue to cover a mom influencer conference, we get to peek behind the curtain with her, as she navigates the world of influencing and trad wives.

🎥 ‘Eddington’ in theaters: Remember 2020? Honestly, I think we’d all rather forget it, but director Ari Aster (of ‘Hereditary’ and ‘Midsommar’) has transformed that terror into a movie that harnesses the strangeness of that time, starring Pedro Pascal, Emma Stone, and Joaquin Phoenix in a contemporary western worth seeing in theaters.

🎧 Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir: From the author of The Martian, Ryland can’t remember his first name—much less who he is—when he wakes up on a table, tended to by robotic arms. As his memory returns, it dawns on him that he was sent into space on a “hail Mary” mission to reverse the sun’s progressive dimming before the Earth enters into a catastrophic ice age. I listened to the audiobook, which a friend insisted was the way to go, and enjoyed the performance—and the fun twist that comes with it! Looking forward to the film adaptation, coming soon!

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It’s been a long time since I’ve cried hard, but on Saturday night, a growing sense of despair crashed over me so suddenly that my knees buckled and I lowered myself to the kitchen floor, defenseless against the sadness that was now flooding my entire body.

“What happened?” my boyfriend, C, asked when he rounded the corner a few moments later, his voice full of concern and confusion as he sat down on the floor beside me, stroking my hair. I was crying hard so hard, my face so contorted in pain, that I could barely get the words out. “I’m… stuck,” I finally managed.