I cannot stop thinking about his suicide and what was left in its wake. This mild obsession has nestled in the crevices of my body, hidden in plain sight, prevented me from moving forward except to do the barest minimum of tasks. My body has swelled, my back is in spasms, I am starved for distraction. I don’t remember the last time something has preoccupied my mind so much as the suicide of Anthony Bourdain. …

Sara Whizbanger

Memoirist | Culinary Artist | Writer | Survivor. I write about living with Persistent Mental Illness. I want to hear from you. Find me: www.sarasutlercohen.com

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