I feel I ought to say something about 1997. It was a bad bad bad bad bad year. I was being treated for major depression and an anxiety disorder. I was regularly self-harming. I was miserable. I was too young to understand so much of what was happening and I didn’t feel any sense of control or order. That was the year I wrecked my car. It was the year I almost managed to kill myself [suicide not the car wreck]. I got to the hospital in time and from there to a mental health centre where they changed my medication and assigned me a new therapist. I got released into my parent’s care again on Halloween.

Looking back at my journals and notebooks from that time is a curious and embarrassing experience. I feel bad for my young self. I wouldn’t wish my path on anyone else. I cannot regret it though because I really really love where I am now. I wouldn’t be me without those experiences.

10 years certainly fades the memories.