The Butterfly in You: Finding the End to Loneliness

For the parts I had hidden or hardened. For the softness I had buried beneath productivity and armor. For the woman I kept tucked away.

This didn't begin as a book. It began as a journal. I'm used to putting classes together to pass the time, and when I'm not working, there is so much time. One evening, while scrolling, I came across a video of people using AI for therapy.

At t...