It’s April 2015 already. My perception of time has shifted back into avalanche-mode, far from the painful slow-rolling seconds that made last year seem so long. The distance between now and a year ago for me seems far more than the span of days. In a way, thankfully, I feel like I have shed that version of myself. The beginning of 2014 blurred with the end of 2013, I was on a leave of absence from work and I living a pretty robotic existence. Thankfully I crashed at a friend’s house and her and my brother took care of me and prodded me to do things like get coffee or go hiking or take a short roadtrip, stuff I normally enjoyed doing but seemed monumentally difficult at that time. Actually my memory of that time is mercifully poor and I…