Beginning, badly

Recording this for the record.

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.

Started on the standard schedule and did not question it.

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

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.

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

Reviewed.