There’s a photo of her as a kid, sitting at a table covered in newspaper, completely lost in what she proudly called cookies. They were messy, imperfect, and nowhere near “right”—but she loved every second of making them. Even then, baking gave her a sense of quiet focus she didn yet have the words for. Life didn’t stay quiet. It got louder, harder, and more complicated. Like many, she found ways to cope—until those ways stopped working.