Quarter life crisis visited me late.

Too late, in fact.

I am 28. I have no business worrying about what to do with my life.

I should have had that cheap insane moment ten years ago.

But there was no way I could slam the door in its face.

It came uninvited, and if I didn't deal with it, it was going to sleep over.

Jerk.

So I pondered.

Tried to think like a poet/the Dalai Lama/Maya Angelou and struggled to find words to console myself.

Needless to say, QLC left a gaping hole in my brain and I could not think of anything good to tell myself.

What a bummer.

Not even little miss perfect Kim Kardashian inspired me.

Tried to smile but ended up smirking at the thought of smiling.

What was there to smile about?

I was a big lump of mess.

Until Cookie went online.

She saved me.

We talked, talked some more, and laughed.

I feel so much better knowing that on the other side of the world a friend understands exactly what I am going through.

And helps me cope too.

And encourages me to be positive, productive, grateful and resilient.

Now all I need is a warm bath, two sleeping pills and I am all set to bury this episode six feet underground.

If I wake up and it's still there, God will find a way to save me again.

I'm glad He sent Cookie tonight.

Amen.