Letter from Sayge Hey Reader I’ve been thinking about how many versions of ourselves we become throughout our lives. The responsible one. The strong one. The dependable one. The one who can handle anything. The one everyone calls when they need something. Some of those versions are beautiful parts of who we are. But sometimes we become so attached to being who everyone needs that we stop asking who we actually are underneath all of it. I know this because I’ve been that woman. I became really...