Fuck. I stare at my bedroom ceiling. I am trying to meditate but thoughts keep surfacing. Try as I might, I cannot stop my thoughts and achieve a quiet mind.It’s 2015. I have just graduated college and moved across the country to pursue a cool job on an organic farm. I’m often sad, lonely. I didn’t realize that graduating college and starting adult life would be one of the hardest things I’ve done. I cry most nights, missing my friends. I try to make new friends. I try... more