So I write and write and then I cut and cut. In the end everything and nothing feel important. Let in even a little memory and the flood gates open; I feel more than I was prepared for, but it is getting better.

I am 100% responsible for everything that happened. I made choices all along the way. That is true without a doubt.

Up until I published this site I had a skewed view of how this would be, how it would be received, and how I would feel about it all. The response I have got even within the small circle who has seen it has been great.