The Slow Burn

When my therapist suggested more sleep, I paused. My mind immediately pushed back: Isn't that lazy? Aren’t I supposed to be hustling? Wasn’t there a hashtag telling me to grind harder?

I remember the summer before 7th grade better than most. I got to spend it with my mom. I shaved my legs for the first time. I even got my hair cut to resemble Cindy Crawford's from the Pepsi commercials—while I drank all the Coca-Cola. It was also the summer I boarded a train in Williston, ND, with my Camp Fire Girls troop to spend a week in cabins and…