At what point do we stop obsessing? Obsessing over clothes, shoes, bags, social media posts/pictures/captions, hair, weight, breakups, relationships (past present & future), bitchy friends, crazy boss, unfulfilling job, lonely singlehood, the bond that (pretending-to-be-happy) couples call marriage, chaotic family, unmanageable children, someone else’s affair, someone else’s divorce! The list is never ending. Do we ever stop? And if we do stop, do we feel a sense of relief? I doubt we do....