So there I was, in my mid twenties, laying in my bed at 11 am in a cold dark room wrapped up like a burrito in a pile of covers. The sun was peaking through the cracks in the tattered sheets I draped over my windows. I hadn't showered in a couple days, my hair had seemingly become a nest for little creatures. No eating, no sleeping, I was just drinking and crying. My nightstand was covered with gnarly tissues and my face only a swollen distorted resemblance of my former self.