Fourteen months of sharing my deepest, darkest thoughts and insecurities with a group of random strangers ended last Friday, with hugs and tears and goodbye notes. I'm going to miss my little group and our weekly chats, but I'm glad I'm at a point where I function like a semi-normal adult. Maybe not all the time, but more often than not. I couldn't say this a year ago, but now I can: I'm proud of the person I've become in this group.