I'm starting this because we all have to start somewhere, even if it's in the middle, all over again, or just at the very budding seed of the beginning. At the current time of writing this, I'm on my second day of my self-imposed no wheat/no dairy diet (because my body is so over that shit -- literally and figuratively) I'm 35, mostly single, living at home with my mom and sister after a thickly knotted up string of illnesses, divorces (one my own), deaths (all not my own), and numerous attempts at somehow salvaging my identity after seven stagnant years of deep depression and anxiety. Writing helps. Being vulnerable helps even more. Feeling like if I put my complete truth out there into the ether, and someone might feel less lonely or miserable if they can empathize even a tiny bit, helps the most. So that's what this is. It's my attempt at telling my whole truth, ugly bits, good morsels, mostly the mundane, but I'm putting it out there. Here lies my attempt at radical vulnerability.