I must have dozed off on the couch, a half-finished glass of wine still sitting on the table beside me, while the soft blue glow of the television washed over my face. My favorite series was playing in the background, though I could not remember which episode it was. Nothing in my life had made sense for weeks. Not the empty meetings, not the routine dinners, not even myself. Everything felt heavy, like I was sinking slowly into a pit and no matter how hard I tried to claw my way out, the ...