@SoSadToday Reveals Herself – And Her Existential Beach Read

She agreed to break her anonymity as part of her deal with the publisher. “I was like, ‘Am I ever going to be respected as a poet again?'” she says. “But then, as I was hemming and hawing, I got this text message from someone who had just put out yet another self-published chapbook, and it was called Flowers or something and he sent it with flower emojis. So then I was like, ‘Fuck it.'”

Broder, who gives her age as “older than a teen, but not disgustingly old,” says that she plans to continue the Twitter account indefinitely. “I need it,” she says. “I’m clean and sober, and have been for 10 years. Twitter is one of my last remaining drugs, and I refuse to give everything up. I need the high, I need the fantasy, and I need the escape.”

So how does she feel as she stands on the brink of a newly public life? Is she so sad, today of all days, or something else? “That’s funny that you ask, because my cognitive behavioral therapist has asked me to check in with my feelings,” Broder says. “I feel anxious, as usual; a little ebullient and high, because I’m doing an article with Rolling Stone; with a pervasive fear of the unknown. It’s a cocktail!”