Eleven years ago this week, I quite literally found myself. It was a lot like waking up from a multi-decade slumber with lots of nightmares. Before a year had elapsed after that event, I was diagnosed with PTSD, and by the end of 2006 had started therapy for it. Needless to say, 2006 was a very bad year for me, personally. As I come to the 10th anniversary of that, we are at the close of a bad year where the bad is not intrinsic to me, but extrinsic; A year where the world and the society we live in seems to have gone mad. In those 10 years, I learned ways to be stable. I opened my eyes to love I didn't know existed in the world. I discovered sensations I'd never dreamed I'd like. There are a lot of people who helped me along the way, and for all of you, I have gratitude. I will keep holding the love, no matter what happens extrinsically.