You know what’s in a few days? Valentine’s Day. Yep, that made up holiday created by greeting cards companies to sell eight-dollar cards and cheap chocolate. Yeah. It is in a few days and I’ve sat where you may be sitting today. Seeing that date creep up on the calendar, knowing it’s nearly here, trying to convince myself that it doesn’t matter but also feeling terrible that I actually care.

I had a panic attack in the middle of the mall last week. No, it wasn’t convenient, but is there ever an opportune time for a breakdown? Shopping for a dress with my mother turned into a race to find my breath and my sanity outside of Banana Republic. It was embarrassing to say the least. I’ve made great mental health strides in the past few months, and this felt like a giant step backwards.