DAY EIGHTEEN: I’m so grateful for poetry collections. These are a few that fill my days with love, anger, sadness, joy—all the emotions that make us human—and help me reflect on the beauty and pain of life. (Basho: On Love and Barley; Sharon Olds: Stag’s Leap; Kim Addonizio: Tell Me)

DAY SEVENTEEN: It’s a small thing, but I’m grateful for each morning that arrives because there was a time when I didn’t know if I would survive another day. Losing hope was one of the darkest moments in my life, while finding it again was one of the brightest. It was a gradual process, taking many years to finally feel like myself again, but I’m here, and I’m happy that I am, and that is enough.