Day one

What I keep coming back to is how long it took me to get here. Not the medication — the asking. Years of that.

One of the founding six. Wrote the first journal entry on this site.

I want to write this down before I forget how frightened I was, because I suspect in three months I will not believe it. Twenty minutes of standing there. Then eight seconds. Then it was over and I felt faintly ridiculous.

I told one person. Not my mother, not work. One person, and only because she asked me a direct question at the right moment.

Small win. Counted.