When I was a freshman in college we had this semi-spiritual retreat that also counted as a way to get to know my blockmates more. Funny we had it in our third term, and by that time we already knew each other pretty well. I was going through some very rough times in my life and I was never really a spiritual person. The facilitator asked us to draw an outline of our hand and write a message in it. Any message. I remember I wanted to leave it blank because there’s just so much inside me that I feel like I’m going to burst and that one page might not be enough. Then I wrote. I wrote that I was scared shitless of everything that I was going through and that I needed someone to really look at me and really listen. That I feel like I was nearing the edge, and I was a danger to myself and to people around me. I felt a tiny bit better writing that. And it’s just now that I realized that I got better without anyone listening to me. I just learned to let go.