I have started

This week:

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

His first entry is about runner beans and mentions the medication once.

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

So. First one done. I had been carrying the box around the house for four days like it was something I had borrowed and needed to give back, and in the end I did it standing up in the kitchen with the radio on.

Off to the plot.