Beginning, badly

A quiet week.

The leaflet is nine pages and about seven of them are worst cases. I have read it three times, which was three times too many, and I am now going to stop reading it.

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

Day one. I am writing this partly because somebody else's day-one entry is the reason I felt able to do it at all, and it seems only fair to leave one behind.

Thank you for the room.