At 26, Esther's life appeared to be perfectly on-track: married to her college sweetheart, gainfully employed, and nestled into a quintessentially suburban home. She was cruising along on the conveyor belt toward her seemingly inevitable happiness when she found herself admitting at brunch that if she continued on her current trajectory, she, like Sylvia Plath before her, would stick her head in an oven. This is the story of how she found...