The quarantine that consumed my life back in mid-March included a toll of other perspective-altering circumstances. During my stay in, while I was painting, I got some grave news that turned my quarantine from frustrating to depressing. I got a call that one of my closest friends had passed away. Not only did this mean she didn't get to see what life was like after this excursion, but that I never truly got to say goodbye to her given the circumstances. And at first, it hurt really bad. I couldn't get anything done or even talk to my family. I just sat and kept alone with my thoughts. I asked the universe, "How? In this time where I am already vulnerable, you take more from me?" And then I realized that this was going to be my 'dark place'. I refused to go any deeper out of fear of disappointing those around me. And then it really hit me. I felt as though I was living in the world of Lady Bird, where she just cannot catch a break in the time where she is tryin