Marching Forth
For nearly twenty years, I havenāt been a big fan of March. My freshman year of college, I lost a friend to suicide. The following year, a friend at college said she took a bottle of ibuprofen on the exact anniversary of my friendās passing, which led to a night at the hospital and my anger at the world. My junior year was a March breakup, which ended up being life-altering, but at the time Iā¦















