Welcome to Running in Slippers.
Running in Slippers is a humorous memoir about how Angie plummeted into despair after a failed relationship and the death of her father, taking you through the raw and vulnerable rollercoaster of severely misguided attempts to fill the voids, reading like a train wreck that you can't look away from. The story follows Angie as she navigates through love, loss, and self-discovery. With raw emotions and unexpected twists, Running in Slippers is a poignant tale that explores the complexities of relationships, the pursuit of happiness, and the resilience of the human spirit.
Between social masks, social media facades, and the COVID pandemic, our society has become increasingly disconnected. Much of what we see in-person and online is profoundly filtered and edited. What we don't see are the everyday struggles and imperfections of real life.
We don’t connect by being perfect. We connect by being real. It feels terrifying to allow our deepest, authentic selves to be seen, and possibly rejected, but that is exactly what Running in Slippers is about: breaking out of the masks and encouraging connection through vulnerability.
This book is for you if:
You have struggled with the death of a loved one.
You have struggled with heartbreak from the ending of a romantic relationship.
You feel alone in your anxiety, depression, or other mental health issues.
You know your trauma is holding you back but you don’t feel comfortable talking about it openly because we live in a “just get over it society.”
You want to read about someone else’s trainwreck life because it gives you relief from your own.
Paula cheerily drops me off at the zoo, where I meet Hazel in hysterical sobs. We sit on a nearby bench. The irony of this is that the outside of the Honolulu Zoo is a popular congregation hot spot for a lot of mentally unstable, homeless people. Since I am in the middle of a hysterical, emotional breakdown, under the influence of drugs, barefoot, with two plastic hospital bags, and haven’t showered, brushed my teeth, or eaten in three days, I fit in perfectly. I ramble my story to Hazel, including how deliriously high I am.
The thing about Hazel is that I don’t trust her.
-Chapter 33