The Hidden Weight in My Handbag
How my bag became more than an accessory, and carried pieces of me I couldn’t show the world
I wasn’t sure how to start this because when I was first prescribed an anti-anxiety medication about a decade ago, I felt like a failure.
We had just moved to New York City. Our apartment had sweeping views and floor-to-ceiling windows on the 33rd floor, the kind of living space that should have felt inspiring. But I could barely leave it. There was a ti…
