I really love how brave you are.
Even with social anxiety growing into an epidemic. Even with entrepreneur depression becoming a silent killer. Even with excuse number one, two, three and infinity...you are still fighting. Still surviving. And usually with little to no recognition. Well, I see you. I can feel you. And you're a fucking badass.
I remember falling half asleep from boredom while sitting at my cubicle on 8th and 42nd near Times Square; zoning out to a fast-paced New York City whirling below my publishing office windows...while feeling absolutely jaded, ungrateful,...