S. told me to ask for what I want, to take care of myself. I told her: “I think I only really know how to suffer, lol.” It’s been a recurring thought, that I don’t know how to have things, I only know how to want them.

We were running late to our own wedding reception. It was the middle of October, and the rain came down heavily, pattering insistently against the windshield. There was no wedding ceremony, of course: social anxiety won in the end, and...