Tangible bits of my soul are scattered around my bedroom, deposited on sheets of paper. A notebook – decorated with depictions of sugar skulls – holds all my sentiments from the present year; several spiral bound notebooks contain narratives from years past. Half-written letters, scraps of poems, ideas, and trains of thought – sidetracked for now – repose in my desk. My whiteboard, covered in messages urging wisdom and strength delivers daily doses of positive affirmation. These words, written in ink, pencil, and marker,...