Looks like we might be all right, in the end. The clouds have dispersed, the days of twilight and sleepless disorientation ore over- for now, at least. Finding myself again, more self-sufficient than I’ve ever been, no relying on external sources of warmth, support, approval. Still prone to errors, but they only serve to make me stronger. And, anyway, perfection is no longer on my to-do list.

Does this sound a bit like a just-out-of-rehab speech? Oh well..