Christine Caccipuoti

2016 was not my best year. By the time fall rolled around I was in a pretty dark place: my writing was yielding less-than-stellar results, work was pathetically slow, my energy was lagging so my weight was rising, and most significantly I was not coping well with the disintegration of my closest friendship. I had more free time than I knew what to do with and instead of using it to my advantage, I had little desire to do anything. I was real joy to be around. On the night of