Not Fully Cooked, But Already Enough

(Or the Text that Undid Me)

A few months ago, I was messaging with the mom of a good friend from high school.

There was a time when I loved when my friends’ parents reached out. I could tell them how well I was doing and what new project or adventure I was on. This time was different.

Using everything I have just to stay alive is humbling.

Still, she told me she was proud of me. She …