In previous writings, I have described November 20th, 2014 as “the day I stopped and the world kept spinning” which I believe to be just as accurate today as it was then. The day I could no longer hide my demons and mask them as being “just who I am.” I was forced to accept certain truths about myself and hope that the people around me would do the same. Every year since, I am privileged to see how much that day completely changed the course of my life forever. As uncomfortable as the story makes me, I think about the words of a psychiatrist who pretty much coached me into going home. He spoke of my fears and how I would never ever “win” if I failed to judge myself fairly. He told me how I should consider why I was experiencing this, and what I’d do to save someone else on the day they watched their pieces shatter.