I’m writing this post today in response to an excerpt from Elizabeth Gilbert’s memoir, Eat, Pray, Love. A book I had picked up eight years ago as a teenager; a book that made me want to be a writer; and a book that when still read eight years later, has discovered a new space for itself inside my mind. Gilbert writes: “This part of my story is not a happy one, I know. But I share it here because something was about to occur on that bathroom floor that would change forever the