It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
- Charles Dickens, A tale of two cities
2008 was the year I
- was diagnosed with PSTD
- had a nervous breakdown
- spent most of the year depressed
- started SSRIs
- came home
- was accused of being a male rapist by an online radical feminist
- was beaten down
- had a motorbike accident
- started cutting
- stopped cutting
- started a new blog
- admitted I needed help
- discovered that my shrink was a conniving, manipulating fuckwad and fired her
- stood up to bad doctors
- had a friend almost die in my arms
- organised and managed an international arts event
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