I’d never envisaged a circumstance in which I wouldn't be believed, reader, or where the validity of my experiences would ever be called into question, let alone yelled into the open street. While this reality is, undoubtedly, out of my control, it is with sadness, sword-in-hand, the most guttural pain that I have ever endured. Beyond a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, beyond that body in the hospital bed.