It is a rare combination of fear and courage that has permitted a person like me to survive to this point. I’ve seen my brothers and sisters slit their wrists and get put away, I’ve seen the questions and the outrage silenced in my peers, and I’ve fallen into distortion and despair so many times that there’s no way I can blame them for losing their way.
It’s kind of staggering to stand, for a time, outside of time. To look out across a battlefield strewn infinitely with twisted and broken versions of yourself.
But, I AM here and I made it through what ever the hell THAT was. And as far as I can tell, though I’m a little more weak in body and spirit than before, I have made some friends and somehow managed to craft strong allegiances that have already stepped forward to support not only our work, but our family.