My relationship with gratitude began about 7 years ago when my relationship with my husband was in the shitter. I couldn't sleep at night. I tossed and turned and tossed and turned. My mind raced with images of me as a single mom, splitting up the belongings my partner and I had curated from traveling around the world as younger, innocent souls, telling our kids we were no longer going to be the kind of family that lives in one house. It was all too much. I was sick to my stomach every day and I definitely couldn't sleep. I tried wine and I tried wine with Xanax. (Hey, I said it was bad. Please no judgement).