Two years ago today, I started the rest of my life. It was a beautiful day, even I could see that. You can too. I ventured on a journey that day, physically and emotionally, but it was a journey for the better. That’s what I thought then. This time a week ago, I was preparing a celebration of how fair I’ve cone since then. I had a whole essay written about how much better things have got in the last two years. I deleted the entire thing. Instead, my life irrevocably changed again this week. What was supposed to be a celebration is flooded with anger, fear and heartbreak. They always say the ones you let in closest hurt you the most. I guess that’s true. I wanted to spend this evening looking back with pride at the last two years of my life, and hope for the future. Instead, I don’t feel anything. All that’s left to say is a message to the version of myself which existed on September 15th, 2015.