These past couple of weeks have been tough. (deep breath) Not just tough; these past couple of weeks have been challenging, and there were moments where I questioned my sanity, my purpose, and my well-being. It was a hassle to pull myself out of bed, to focus throughout the day, and I even struggled to drink water. Yes, water, the true essence of life. It was that bad, people. I reached an all-time low. I came to terms with my addiction. Caffeine. Well, coffee, really. I can’t remember the last day I went without a 4-cup pot of coffee, or large Starbucks, Corner Bakery, or Dunkin’ Donuts coffee, depending on the day and my exact location. But two weeks ago, this changed. I awoke with the need to do something crazy. A need to rid myself of this ball-and-chain once and for all. Even if it killed me. And...
