Standing in the kitchen

Sitting down to this properly tonight.

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

A first entry about self-talk rather than medicine.

The pharmacist talked me through it very fast and I nodded at all of it and retained about a third. I have written down the bits I remember and I will ask again at the review.

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.

Kindly. Trying.