I think storytelling is important. I think that hearing other people’s stories and being able to see ourselves in them helps us feel less alone. This past year (or year and a half, really) has been the hardest, and often loneliest, of my life. Some of my difficulties, I think, could only be solved with medication; however, I think finding a positive narrative to cling to — someone who had felt like I was feeling and made it out alive, and maybe even happy — would have made a tremendous difference. So, with all that in mind, I’m going to be more transparent here than I’m comfortable with, and probably more than you’re comfortable with, because I think my story is important. My story is a story I needed to hear 18 months ago, 12 months ago, 8 months ago, 4 months ago. And surely my story is a story…