Lo Bosworth

Take a deep breath in and out. Do that 10 times. Do that 10 more times and then again. You’ve reached silence. Your bath has begun and you can work to soothe out all the kinks going on upstairs in your mind.

The feeling of pressure! The slight pinch! The lingering of the needle in the skin!

Turns out that there’s a difference between loneliness and being alone. You control your loneliness, and you’re only lonely if you don’t consider yourself to be very good company. Trust me, it’s taken ages to reach this point of enlightenment, where I alone am simply good enough to be around.

We plop down in the tiny sauna with our towels on, the heat set to a 157 F. It gets hot pretty quickly. I get so hot I have to leave to re-fill my water glass a few times (kindly provided by the service).

For the few first weeks, I routinely stabbed myself in the stomach with needles full of prescription liquid B12.

Not every day is bad, that’s for certain, but go through a period of stress, and the inflamed mind can take its own vacation into a land of discomfort, a place it knows very well.