Welcome to Running in Slippers.
Welcome to Running in Slippers, a funny yet heartfelt memoir where Angie takes you through her journey of rock-bottom moments after a bad breakup and the loss of her father. It's a wild ride of misguided attempts to fill the empty space in her life — think of it like a train wreck you just can't stop watching. As she stumbles through love, loss, and trying to figure herself out, Angie’s story pulls you in with raw emotion and unexpected twists.
In a world where we’re all wearing masks—whether on social media or in person—and disconnected more than ever (thanks, COVID!), it’s easy to forget how real life actually feels. Everything is filtered and edited, and we rarely see the everyday struggles that everyone is going through.
But real connection doesn’t come from being perfect, it comes from being real. It’s scary to show up as your true self and risk rejection, but that’s exactly what Angie’s doing. She’s ripping off the masks to remind us all that vulnerability is where the magic happens.
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