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Leena Wilde Ryan walked into her grandmother’s funeral relieved to have a break from her writing job. She walked out having delivered what she calls “the best stand-up routine of my life” — and with the unsettling recognition that the most alive version of herself had been quietly missing for years. What follows is a memoir of the specific losses that accumulate in a woman’s life: the bullying that turned into back pain no doctor could explain, the pregnancy that leveled her to the couch and into a near-death experience on her living room sofa, the hundred-episode podcast she built four weeks postpartum out of sheer refusal to be alone in her unraveling. She crossed a border every Sunday for over a year to build a love worth keeping. She pulled her daughter out of school the week other kindergartners started, and sat her around a fire with Indigenous elders in New Mexico. What holds all of it together is a single reframe: you are the writer of this story. “Courage,” she writes, “isn’t one dramatic leap — it’s the daily, unglamorous decision to keep authoring your own life.” This is for anyone who has ever traded what lit them up for what felt safer, and wondered if it’s too late to trade back.
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