And it always starts with "It all started in August"
Which it did.
In some ways, everything started in August, although really it's been a longer time coming than that.
But I keep not writing this post because it seems so gigantic, and encompasses so many things, but really it started with me, looking at my face in the mirror, looking at my body, standing on a scale and feeling miserable about everything I saw.
That, and a potty.
And my Mom.
And a breakdown.