One year ago I bought this shirt. I was at a thrift store in phoenix, in the throes of some of the most tumultuous times I’d had thus far. It’s strange thinking back, thinking of what was yet ahead of me, thinking of all I would endure and all I would come through. All in a year. Thinking of the terror that would grip me suddenly in the ensuing months, the grief, the uncertainty, the nights of acute OCD – panic thoughts assailing me just as I was falling asleep; just when my guard was down.