But…I do! This is me! Genuinely me!

But my tales are rather mild, relatable; they focus on me more than him; they’re probably more like the tales most people write about depression or anxiety, in their tone, their reflexive nature.

And, ultimately, I’m here to write. I want my name attached to the things I write.

So that’s one of those warning signs I thought nothing of.

Dammit.