In the last 16 months.

In the last sixteen months, I've had a miscarriage, closed my restaurant (that I worked for years to open), moved away from the city I love most, and found out that my husband was hiding both an emotional affair and a drug addiction from me since the beginning of quarantine.

I filed for divorce and I'm working to put my personal and professional life back together, but some days, all I can or want to do is sleep or cry.

- Human, 38 y/o