
The Culling
Nobody goes natural overnight, it takes time to figure out what needs replacing and how to replace it, but the day I count as my real beginning was in 2008, the day of the culling. I was feeling so sick that day, queasy with a headache, and I was so tired of feeling bad all the time, of never having any fun and never being any fun because I never felt well enough to do anything. I was standing in the bathroom, holding onto the edge of the counter top and feeling the next thing to despair, wondering, "What is it? What is wrong with me?"
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